Hopsin’s new single PICASSO available everywhere:
https://stem.ffm.to/picasso

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Director @hopsin
Producer @moses_israel
1st AD @frantastic2000
Cinematographer @lerry.kin
Steadicam @billflynnhunt
Production Designer @pincheday
2nd AD @lacie_armstrong
MUA @cyncerlymoney
VFX @cesarencalada
Color @nicksanders.tv
Production Company @bandwidthbrotthers

Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
Hollywood, Hollywood, oh how I f*ckin’ love you
I cannot seem to break through from this curse that I’ve been stuck to
I came in as a lil man but now my f*ckin’ nuts grew
Today’s the day our ties are finally cut loose, f*ck you
Uh-oh, it’s my triflin’ a** (Uh-oh)
Pullin’ up like, “Hi guys, I’m back!” (Hi)
Goddamn, nigga, I’m so up that I can’t get down
Gotta skydive from that (Yikes!)
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 (Uh-uh)
Look how cold he is, pimpin’ just like H-O-V is
Y’all are beyond saving and my rhymes stay inappropriate
This is just how my show begins
If you hatin’, come blow me then
F*ck you, here’s some petroleum
Give me my clout, you owe me it (Yeah)
Whoa! Niggas better duck and run for cover like it’s f*ckin’ Iraq
(Stand down, n*gga!)
I’m pouring liquor for your a**, you ain’t even die yet (Oh no!)
I’ve been headin’ up the ladder long enough
It’s time I hit the climax (Yikes!)
Your career’s goin’ bye-bye, it’s ironic you don’t got a bypass
N*ggas 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 d*ck still

[Pre-Chorus]
They tell me I’m too hostile, I am Picasso
B*tches like, “Remember me from high school?” Nah, ho
Came up in this sh*t killin’ n*ggas with the hot flow
Y’all ain’t got a f*ckin’ thing on Hop, whoa

[Chorus]
Boy, you better rock slow
Who am I? I’m Picasso
Take the high road
ASAP ’cause I ain’t liable
For no n*gga (Nope!)
My f*ckin’ head is in the cosmos
Got it locked though
B*tch, I’m Pablo Picasso (Mhm)

[Verse 2]
I’ve been told the new game plan’s
To make bullsh*t for the new age fans
And you can’t pop unless you take Xans
And flex on the ‘Gram like you do make bands
What? Oh no, they like, “F*ck boom bap rap, you can’t win”
“Save that sh*t for the Wu-Tang Clan”
That’s when I bust in like the Kool-Aid Man (Yeah!)
Look, I ain’t the n*gga who pullin’ up
Tryna get shine by how much the Rollie glow (Nah)
I’m here to rain on parades
My sinister ways to f*ck up the rodeo (Woo!)
I do my shows and hoes
Be losin’ control like I was the Holy Ghost (Stop!)
When I deliver the pen*s it lies in the mouth, she call it Pinocchio
Mmm, man, who want war with me?
B*tch, I torture beats, I’ve been born to beast
Still I abort MC’s, 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, b*tch, and you can’t afford the lease (Watch out!)
(Whoa) F*ck all that Hollywood sh*t
Over half of you not even lit that be ridin’ my d*ck
I got no problem with this
I come through and your body is zipped, I could hardly resist
N*gga, my hobby is pissin’ on anyone I can offend
I got no friends
Whoever thinkin’ they hot, go and tell ’em nobody’s convinced, hmm

[Pre-Chorus]
They tell me I’m too hostile, I am Picasso
B*tches like, “Remember me from high school?” Nah, ho
Came up in this sh*t killin’ n*ggas with the hot flow
Y’all ain’t got a f*ckin’ thing on Hop, whoa

[Chorus]
Boy, you better rock slow
Who am I? I’m Picasso
Take the high road
ASAP ’cause I ain’t liable
For no n*gga (Nope!)
My f*ckin’ head is in the cosmos
Got it locked though
B*tch, I’m Pablo Picasso
Rock slow
Who am I? I’m Picasso
Take the high road
ASAP ’cause I ain’t liable
For no n*gga (Nope!)
My f*ckin’ head is in the cosmos
Got it locked though
B*tch, I’m Pablo Picasso (Mhm)