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Hollywood Mark Video (MV)




Performed By: The Kevin Bennett
Language: English
Length: 2:20
Written by: Kevin Bennett




The Kevin Bennett - Hollywood Mark Lyrics




Yah!

530 in the morning, alarm going off, I be like "f*ck off"
I can hit snooze if I want, but I'd rather not do it, 'cause I'll lose my job
I cannot afford to not afford to pay for formula without that dough, so I make that bread
Got a loaf in the oven right now
In other words, baker man coming up on a muhf*ckin' check

I don't know how the deadbeats do it
They okay with it when their rep gets ruined
X-Box Live and some energy fluid
I'm a monster and a rock star, daily I prove it

It's on purpose
Bringing all the heat with no thermos
Swerving, switching through lanes like it's urgent
Work it, they can all sea (See) like an urchin
Versus me then I'll be observing your chin

That's enough about that
I could write a whole soundtrack, tell me to relax
If I wanted beef, I would go and get a 6 ounce from the Outback, oh man
Sit back when the audio start
Drink and drive playing Mario Kart
I be keeping it going til they knowing me coast to coast, that's butter on toast
I be talking Hollywood Mark

Hollywood Mark
Hollywood Mark
Hollywood Mark
Like Hollywood
Just playing my part
Homie, don't even start (Yeah)
Hollywood Mark (Yo)
Hollywood Mark

Yo, here come that bullshit
Here's to another damn day that I'm putting on a face as an average person
First things first, I don't work for nobody but myself, independent is the word
It's a blessing and curse, every second I invest
And it hurts when nobody wanna listen to the hertz

We jumping right in like ball pit
Gonna get y'all nuts like an almond
Work hard everyday, y'all call in
Both middle fingers up like I'm Austin

Bitch, I walk around like Hollywood Mark
Shades on while I'm walking in the dark
Suit on while I'm in the Walmart
I don't think y'all drips on par

Let me say, I ain't playing like a bye week
Spit clean, got bars with the hygiene
Flow sweeter than muhf*ckin' Hi-C
Temp up 'cause your boy so spicy

Take a walk down the god damn Oliver
Bitch I'm hotter than a fever to thermometers
Everyday we getting lit, check the calendar
You either Hollywood status or an amateur (Oh yeah, what!?)

Hollywood Mark
Hollywood Mark
Hollywood Mark
Like Hollywood
Just playing my part
Homie, don't even start (Yeah)
Hollywood Mark (Yo)
Hollywood Mark
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Yah!

530 in the morning, alarm going off, I be like "f*ck off"
I can hit snooze if I want, but I'd rather not do it, 'cause I'll lose my job
I cannot afford to not afford to pay for formula without that dough, so I make that bread
Got a loaf in the oven right now
In other words, baker man coming up on a muhf*ckin' check

I don't know how the deadbeats do it
They okay with it when their rep gets ruined
X-Box Live and some energy fluid
I'm a monster and a rock star, daily I prove it

It's on purpose
Bringing all the heat with no thermos
Swerving, switching through lanes like it's urgent
Work it, they can all sea (See) like an urchin
Versus me then I'll be observing your chin

That's enough about that
I could write a whole soundtrack, tell me to relax
If I wanted beef, I would go and get a 6 ounce from the Outback, oh man
Sit back when the audio start
Drink and drive playing Mario Kart
I be keeping it going til they knowing me coast to coast, that's butter on toast
I be talking Hollywood Mark

Hollywood Mark
Hollywood Mark
Hollywood Mark
Like Hollywood
Just playing my part
Homie, don't even start (Yeah)
Hollywood Mark (Yo)
Hollywood Mark

Yo, here come that bullshit
Here's to another damn day that I'm putting on a face as an average person
First things first, I don't work for nobody but myself, independent is the word
It's a blessing and curse, every second I invest
And it hurts when nobody wanna listen to the hertz

We jumping right in like ball pit
Gonna get y'all nuts like an almond
Work hard everyday, y'all call in
Both middle fingers up like I'm Austin

Bitch, I walk around like Hollywood Mark
Shades on while I'm walking in the dark
Suit on while I'm in the Walmart
I don't think y'all drips on par

Let me say, I ain't playing like a bye week
Spit clean, got bars with the hygiene
Flow sweeter than muhf*ckin' Hi-C
Temp up 'cause your boy so spicy

Take a walk down the god damn Oliver
Bitch I'm hotter than a fever to thermometers
Everyday we getting lit, check the calendar
You either Hollywood status or an amateur (Oh yeah, what!?)

Hollywood Mark
Hollywood Mark
Hollywood Mark
Like Hollywood
Just playing my part
Homie, don't even start (Yeah)
Hollywood Mark (Yo)
Hollywood Mark
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Writer: Kevin Bennett
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