Hollywood, Hollywood, oh, how I fuckin' love youI cannot seem to breakthrough from this curse that I've been stuck toI came in as a lil' man, but now my fuckin' nuts grewToday's the days our ties are finally cut loose, fuck youUh-oh, it's my triflin' assPullin' up like, "Hi guys, I'm back"Goddamn, nigga, I'm so up that I can't get down, gotta skydive from that (yikes)Won't see the day I might relax, I ain't never been a nice guy, in factY'all wishin' I would try nicer rapsSorry, I ain't got the right mind for that (uh uh)Look how cold he is, pimpin' just like H-O-V isY'all are Beyoncé and my rhymes stay inappropriateThis is just how my show beginsIf you hatin', come blow me thenFuck you, here's some petroleumGive me my clout, you owe me it (Yeah)Whoa!Niggas better duck and run for cover like it's fuckin' Iraq (stand down, nigga)I'm pullin' a nigga from your ass, you ain't even die yet (oh no)I've been headin' up the ladder longer, never was a time I hit the climax (yikes)Your career's goin' bye-bye, it's ironic you don't got a bypass (yeah)Niggas know that I've been ill, man, the whole time that I've been hereI done made a fortune like ten mil' from the paper lines that my pen fillsAnd if I don't spit it, my kids willI'm low key, but a big dealHoes see me and they freeze upThat's why they all on my dick stillThey tell me I'm too hostile, I am PicassoBitches like, "Remember me from high school?" Nah, hoCame up in this shit killin' niggas with the hot flowY'all ain't got a fuckin' thing on HopWhoa!Boy, you better rock slowWho am I? I'm PicassoTake the high roadASAP 'cause I ain't liable for no nigga (nope)I'm fuckin' hitters in the cosmosGot it locked, thoughBitch, I'm Pablo Picasso (mhm)I've been told the new game plan's to make bullshit for the new wave's fansThat you can't populate, so you take Xans, and flex on the 'Gram like you do make bandsWhat?! (Oh no)They like, "Fuck boom bap rap, you can't winSave that shit for the Wu-Tang Clan"That's when I bust in like the Kool-Aid man (yeah!)Look, I ain't the nigga who pullin' up tryna get shine by how much the Rollie glow (nah)I'm here to rain on parades, my sinister ways to fuck up the rodeoI do my shows and hoes be losin' control like I was the Holy Ghost (stop)When I deliver the penis it lies in the mouth, she call it PinocchioMmm, man, who want war with me?Bitch, I torture beatsI've been born to beastStill I abort MCsOh, so horriblyDog, your corpse'll beRight on the floor with theseFeet that I'll stomp you out withThis my house, bitch, and you can't afford the lease (watch out)Whoa!Fuck all that Hollywood shitOver half of you not even lit that be riding my dickI got no problem with thisI come through and your body get slitI could hardly resistNigga, my hobby is pissin' on anyone I can offendI got no friendsWhoever thinkin' they hot, go and tell 'em, nobody's convinced (hmm)They tell me I'm too hostile, I am PicassoBitches like, "Remember me from high school?" Nah, hoCame up in this shit killin' niggas with the hot flowY'all ain't got a fuckin' thing on HopWhoa!Boy, you better rock slowWho am I? I'm PicassoTake the high roadASAP 'cause I ain't liable for no nigga (nope)I'm fuckin' hitters in the cosmosGot it locked, thoughBitch, I'm Pablo PicassoRock slowWho am I? I'm PicassoTake the high roadASAP 'cause I ain't liable for no nigga (nope)I'm fuckin' hitters in the cosmosGot it locked, thoughBitch, I'm Pablo Picasso