Stro - Hollywood lyrics

[Intro/Bridge] Give me the fame(x7) I want the fame(x7) Give me the fame(x7) I want the fame(x7) [Hook] Hollywood Big old house, Range Rovers, Diamond Rings If you like that kind of thing Hollywood [Verse 1] I be that young rhyme slinger Keeping it G funk like it's '93 ? Rocking more black than Will Smith & Tommy Lee I see all these cats for who they really be When you high up they see defeat and get jealous and try to CBV Dollar dollar bills could get you with R&B Singers Dollar dollar bills could turn homies into Pachangas Dollar dollar bills could make people feel like they bigger I bet everybody with you, as long as you got them figures But you all good, for it, Back home's, boring And you got, bills, So you keep, touring And now you obligated, ghost speakers your publicist Telling you to say this, smiling know when you hate it And you in a position that people would k** to be in They don't even know the real, they only love what they seeing Sometimes you gotta chill, sit back, be grateful Tame the beast of fame or it just might break you [Hook x2] [Verse 2] So now you stuck in it, too much green ain't healthy for you But you love, spinach, and the singing, women, and them free, clothes And the transportation The rooms and the hotels the labels pay for you to stay in Suppose your friends don't pick up their phone, when they see your number They anticipated heat, but you didn't see the summer Bummer, you were supposed to blow but now your broke Packing your bags and missing your soul The end of the world and your looking for ? Your just a has-been from the old days You can't ride this new wave The label took what you made So best believe they're paid You didn't make it far so your A&R ain't on your radar Threw the deuces up like later They are, focused on a new artist Took your whole style, even your old beats They made you a star, then they kicked you out the picture Promised you would be richer, but look at how they did ya [Hook x3]