Hollywood FIX - Off of Powda Lyrics

I don't put together big words
But in my backpack I had a few birds

I ain't no backpack rapper
I'm a dope in a backpack trapper
Just telling my life
I ain't no f*cking actor
Kant be broke like a fracture
Nigga I need my dividends
Skipped body kits on Honda's
We kit Mercedes Benz
Or beamers
Making the whips kleaner
Katching red bones with big heads
Sort of Like Gina
Looking back @ my life
I laugh
Kuz I kould been dead
I'm on borrowed time
So I'm doing what I should have Been did
The infs green & red looking like Christmas lights
I put the powder up in the water
Ain't talking Chrystal lite
Don't like to use a pipe
I like my weed rolled
Wrist rocky got me cocky like Apollo Creeds Role
On my soul
Gotta keep my game sharp like a Ginsu
Bitches treat u like dirt
Until u blossom then they pick You
Go broke
You'll see who's with u or against You
Nigga really needed help
And all I heard was I was finto

I don't put together big words
But in my backpack I had a few birds
I served a lot of fiends
For the green dollars
Went from a bucket to foreign Kar rider
The ones that shitted on me is Acting like they prouder
I'm fresh up in my Prada
I got it off of powda
I got It off of Powda

I had get it how I live on some Hot boy shit
Turned Arden Ave into a real Trap spot bitch
I reminisce while burning a spliff
Thinking bout my past
Somewhere out in Puerto Rico
Pulling Cali out the stash
On the beach watching waves splash
While bitches run in thongs
I look around like I'm really here
Reality @ home
I got kourt kases koming up
Fiends blowing my number up
I'm jumping off the cliff
Like nigga I don't give a f*ck
I'm finna enjoy my life
Kuz it kan end fast
I almost died a few times
This borrowed time won't last
That's why I raise glass
Then give toast like a piece of bread
May all our pockets stay stuffed With cheese like pizza bread
They didn't believe in the shit we did
As a kid all I wanted was a Foreign whip & fat Krib
And I gotta be designer fresh
I risked my life
Just so I kould put double g's
All on this kind of flesh

I don't put together big words
But in my backpack
I had a few birds
I served a lot of fiends
For the green dollars
Went from a bucket to foreign Kar rider
The ones that shitted on me is acting like they prouder
I'm fresh up in my Prada
I got it off of powda
I got It off of Powda