[Intro: Brocko]
Hey kids! (Yeah!)
How you feeling? (Fine!)
Feel alright? (Yeah!)
Feel al-Feel alright? (Yeah!)
Hey kids! (Yeah!)
How you feeling? (Fine!)
Feel alright? (Yeah!)
Feel al-Feel alright? (Yeah!)
Yeah

[Verse 1: Brocko]
They said "You not ready" and "You should just fuckin' quit"
Walk around town with a ego and some Ricks
Dyed my hair blonde so I can kick it with the kids
God, I hope I make it in this fuckin' music shit
Goddamn, I know you wanna be the man
But some of y'all don't fit the archetype of fans
Buyin' merch for the stands while you cappin' on your Twitter
I can tell you bitch-made like Chicken Little
Things change so you know that money trickle
Off-White suits what we rockin' like I'm Pitbull
Always gonna hit them, never any misses
Like a table with a bento, puffin' on that clifto'
Yeah, I'm braggadocious, but it's cool, though
Hit you with that one-two, bitch, talkin' Judo
Talkin' all that shit on the 'Gram, yeah, that's pseudo
I don't give a fuck how you feel, what's new, though?
Yeah
[Hook: Jay Hollywood]
Put your hands in the air, go left to right
We been jumpin' off the porch, from day to night
If they ask where we at, tell 'em we outside
You be pressed to flip the addy, bro, we outside
And I'm out here with my dawgs, promise they don't bite
I be proud up in the city, but I still take flight
If they ask where we at, tell 'em we outside
You be pressed to flip the addy, bro, we outside

[Verse 2: Jay Hollywood]
Yeah, uh
I'm keepin' it to the water, I'm skippin' over the drinks
Still goin' but for the summer, I'm climbin' up in the ranks
Goin' with the emotion, I'm leavin' the people blank
I'm wearin' just what I want and not carin' 'bout what you think
The ways I see the hustlin', got love for all of my city
Keep a llama, if you want static, we get it sparkin' like chinny
My studio my bedroom, convertibles from my closet
I'm never turnin' a profit, I get it straight out the faucet
I trust flyin', baby that turned in the root of traffic
I see through that mask, what you're doin' impressive actin'
I'm launchin' into the DJ, Hollywood be a captain
I'm droppin' my rough ideas and still be gettin' that tragic
Give you the keys to my sketches, it's yours, leave it in y'all hands
Imaginary plannin' for tour, they turned a loss, [?]
If they want, then I'm down for the war, touched the rim before
So we put that all on the board, I know you feel me, though
[Hook: Jay Hollywood]
Put your hands in the air, go left to right
We been jumpin' off the porch, from day to night
If they ask where we at, tell 'em we outside
You be pressed to flip the addy, bro, we outside
And I'm out here with my dawgs, promise they don't bite
I be proud up in the city, but I still take flight
If they ask where we at, tell 'em we outside
You be pressed to flip the addy, bro, we outside

[Verse 3: Redacted]
Summer 2019, I was lost in a dream
Looked in the mirror and saw a rapper who was starin' at me
He offered me a few of grapevine, Nas and JAY-Z
That's the last fuckin' time I dropped some LSD
Summer 2022, I was off of the E
I ain't never popped pills, but I swear, you should see
The ecstacy hits to my brain, I was countin' that green
Almost got that fuckin' seed and I'm only eighteen
I'm off antidepressants and now I'm anti-depression
The peasants applyin' pressure, the presence of mine, it lingers
My mental made me a thinker, I'm reekin' of what I'm drinkin'
I'm sleepin' in, then on weekends, I'm sippin' on success, it's
Just the best, they askin' how it tastes, I had to take a trip back home
'Cause everybody 'round me fake, I missed the folks that took me home
And showed me that I had a face, the trauma tryna fire 'em
Puttin' their [?] through [?], perspective preventin' me from wildin' out
[Hook: Jay Hollywood]
Put your hands in the air, go left to right
We been jumpin' off the porch, from day to night
If they ask where we at, tell 'em we outside
You be pressed to flip the addy, bro, we outside
And I'm out here with my dawgs, promise they don't bite
I be proud up in the city, but I still take flight
If they ask where we at, tell 'em we outside
You be pressed to flip the addy, bro, we outside

[Bridge: Jay Hollywood]
Yeah, put the bridge here
Oh, oh (Ooh)
Oh, oh (Ooh, yeah)
Oh, yeah, oh (We outside, ooh)
Oh, oh (And we outside, mm, ooh)
And we always had them other options
We always had them other options
If you're a DJ struggling-struggling-struggling
-Struggling-struggling-struggling-struggling- (We outside, outside)
-Struggling-struggling-struggling-struggling- (We outside, outside)
-Struggling-struggling- (We outside, outside)

[Outro: Lil Mo]
My name is Lil Mo and you're listening to Hollywood Radio