Beverly Hill Flow - With Lyrics

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Ha,

It was all a dream, to shop when I’m getting the mills

Dreaming of what I’d cop in Beverly Hills

Got so much gwop I ain’t sweating the Bills

Put it all on the tab, get whatever you feel....

I’d have the, money, the cars, the honeys in awe

Getting Valet Parked right infront of the stars

I’m talking name plaque Hollywood Boulevard

And only Moguls trading numbers could pull my card

VIP at the Bar with the Entourage

So paid every car got it’s own garage, yeah

We’d be dreaming, Willie Beaming

I’d be a cut above it all, Guillotining

First Class, so paid I’d burp cash

Till I was standing out like The Eddie Murph laugh

Showing up at the party in the latest Ferrari,

Yeah I know I dreamt shallow, I’m sorry

Hook

Africans trying to get out the slums

Americans wanna move out the Hood (Yeah)

We all hate when we’re out of funds

And everyone dreams they could go Hollywood

And Just Do It

(So Beverly Hills)

Uh

It was all a nightmare, it was so close that it’s right there

I’d just need the right pair of shoes and the right gear

The right A and R would hear me say a bar

Then guarantee I’m a star by this time tomorrow

I’d do the right songs, put them on the right album,

They would all be mixed down to the right volume

I’d do the right shows, be on all the right tours

Sell the right amount of copies out of the right stores

Man, I had it all planned out just right

From the hooks to the subjects on which I must write

Thinking this just might be the day, be the night

I thought that Everytime they gave me the mic

But instead, everyone you couldn’t pay me to like

Was getting paid to rap till I was fading to black

They were basically asking me not to get my hopes up

Guess that must have been the moment that I woke up

Hook