Hollywood, Hollywood, oh, how I fuckin' love you
I cannot seem to breakthrough
From this curse that I've been stuck to
I came in as a lil' man, but now my fuckin' nuts grew
Today's the days our ties are finally cut loose, fuck you
Uh-oh, it's my triflin' ass
Pullin' up like: Hi guys, I'm back
Goddamn, nigga, I'm so up
That I can't get down, gotta skydive from that
Won't see the day I might relax
I ain't never been a nice guy, in fact
Y'all wishin' I would try nicer raps
Sorry, I ain't got the right mind for that
Look how cold he is, pimpin' just like H-O-V is
Y'all are Beyoncés and my rhymes stay inappropriate
This is just how my show begins
If you hatin', come blow me then
Fuck you, here's some petroleum
Give me my clout, you owe me it (yeah)

Niggas better duck and run
For cover like it's fuckin' Iraq
I'm pullin' a nigga from your ass
You ain't even die yet
I've been headin' up the ladder long enough
It's time I hit the climax
Your career's goin' bye-bye
It's ironic you don't got a bypass
Niggas know that I've been ill, man
The whole time that I've been here
I done made a fortune like ten mil'
From the paper lines that my pen fills
And if I don't spend it, my kids will
I'm low key, but a big deal
Hoes see me and they freeze up
That's why they all on my dick still

They tell me I'm too hostile, I am Picasso
Bitches like: Remember me from high school?; Nah, ho
Came up in this shit killin' niggas with the hot flow
Y'all ain't got a fuckin' thing on Hop

Boy, you better rock slow
Who am I? I'm Picasso
Take the high road ASAP
'Cause I ain't liable for no nigga (nope)
I'm fuckin' hitters in the cosmos
Got it locked, though
Bitch, I'm Pablo Picasso

I've been told the new game plan's
To make bullshit for the new wave's fans
And you can't populate unless you take xans
And flex on the 'Gram like you do make bands
What?! (Oh no)
They like: Fuck boom bap rap, you can't win
Save that shit for the Wu-Tang Clan
That's when I bust in like the Kool-Aid man
Look, I ain't the nigga who pullin' up
Tryna get shine by how much the Rollie glow
I'm here to rain on parades
My sinister ways to fuck up the rodeo
I 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 Pinocchio
Mmm, man, who want war with me?
Bitch, I torture beats
I've been born to beast
Still I abort MCs
Oh, so horribly
Dog, your corpse'll be
Right on the floor with these
Feet that I'll stomp you out with
This my house, bitch
And you can't afford the lease (watch out)

Fuck all that Hollywood shit
Over half of you not even lit that be riding my dick
I got no problem with this
I come through and your body get slit
I could hardly resist
Nigga, my hobby is pissin' on anyone I can offend
I got no friends
Whoever thinkin' they hot, go and tell 'em, nobody's convinced

They tell me I'm too hostile, I am Picasso
Bitches like: Remember me from high school?; Nah, ho
Came up in this shit killin' niggas with the hot flow
Y'all ain't got a fuckin' thing on Hop

Boy, you better rock slow
Who am I? I'm Picasso
Take the high road ASAP
'Cause I ain't liable for no nigga (nope)
I'm fuckin' hitters in the cosmos
Got it locked, though
Bitch, I'm Pablo Picasso

Rock slow
Who am I? I'm Picasso
Take the high road ASAP
'Cause I ain't liable for no nigga (nope)
I'm fuckin' hitters in the cosmos
Got it locked, though
Bitch, I'm Pablo Picasso