Hollywood Drive

Lyrics

Verse one: (Z.Settle) This ain't what you thought huh I made a hundred dollars rapping bout my life That's something I couldn't toss up I took some chances and I bossed up I made a killing in the sea they couldn't find me like I'm lochness Now I'm driving down the interstate I just write it down and watch the pencil disintegrate Never had a dime my parents paid for it all Blow up off the fame, then die like Anna Nicole Check it yeah, I'm Ballin like the NBA Count that money several ways Product so disgusting that you had to call the FDA Me and you differentiate Get that paper any day If we got a real problem, come and say it to my face Chorus: (Z.Settle) Swerving my ride down Hollywood drive I don't really know how I'm feelin Bidness aside, I'm taking my time, I know that I'm making a killin The sun in the sky, I'm tryna get high, get rid of demons in millions Tell me what you feeling Tell me what you feeling Verse 2: (Z.Settle) This ain't what you got huh You looking at my life and fantasize, you wondering how I made a lot uh Stay in yo lane you getting crossed up I predicted I'd be the best, like lavar I never lost uh All these people jealous Really I could care less Bought a trench coat guarantee that bitch Margielas I've been feeling vicious Tell me if you feel this I'm Mike Tyson in the ring I'm Leaving my enemies earless Catch me in my ride, how I drive like a villain Listen to my lines, prophesize how it's written Now you paralyzed, got yo eyes on the prize, double-back you switching sides, can't describe how I'm feelin' Chorus: (Z.Settle) Swerving my ride down Hollywood drive I don't really know how I'm feelin Bidness aside, I'm taking my time, I know that I'm making a killin The sun in the sky, I'm tryna get high, get rid of demons in millions Tell me what you feeling Tell me what you feeling Verse 3: (Z.Settle) This ain't how you fought huh All of these rappers distraught huh Laying you down like a cot Been waiting for me to drop huh Calculated Every situation I evaded I'm frustrated and faded I'm bout to go super Saiyan I hop in the phantom, got blood on my denim My homies prevent him from shooting the metal If he got a diss to send fuck it I'll let em But if I hit em back just know that I'll end em I listened to yo album it's not even clever Please Let me know when u say more than ten letters You think that you nice but just face it I'm better I won't settle down bitch ima trend setter Lemme get a heady fiending for the Nikki Nicotine Lay It down and count it out we got money money machine Pockets get longer and longer start to feel like limousine Cannot get rid of this greed do ya feel me Chorus: (Z.Settle) Swerving my ride down Hollywood drive I don't really know how I'm feelin Bidness aside, I'm taking my time, I know that I'm making a killin The sun in the sky, I'm tryna get high, get rid of demons in millions Tell me what you feeling Tell me what you feeling