HiDefinition - Headcrack lyrics

[Intro] [Chorus] Uh, uh, work out Uh, uh, ooo Un, uh, work out Uh, uh, ooo [Verse 1:Hollywood] I got the rock I'm 'bout to spot up This my spot they yelling active shooter Heard this n***a rapping with two brains Heard one a mac computer O.K. I'm tweaking the temple go harder Put tats on my body cause that b**h a rental The homie the home town contender I ex out your local career fam if that what you into Murder on[?] all instrumentals but Imma just leave it alone n***as know the agenda Damn I always hit my stride in the winter The hotter the fire the colder the k**er Magilla, I stay with a clique of gorillas Thats ready to go so you know how it go Local n***as steady hating on twitter We k**ing they numbers and ain't did no show [Verse 2:Skywalker] Ooo They ain't hearing you murder So f** it I'm taking it further Mister local celebrity But what they telling me Is I ain't never been heard of (sh**) They delirious I'm making them furious, curious Wondering how walker do it like that As a matter of fact you n***as is craps And I ain't talking sevens on my heavens Balling like Mike in these red elevens To all you f**ers thats dissin' pay attention Show 'em the winners rendition, composition Of all this ether we spittin' Either you with it or you can subdue to these whippins' But five hundred years of that You would think you n***as wouldn't adhere to that [Chorus] Uh, uh, work out Uh, uh, ooo Un, uh, work out Uh, uh, ooo [Verse 3:Skywalker] Now look at how they rootin' for me Oh my God all these broads Getting loose just for me Yeah I got the juice I'm hotter than what lucifer be Tell the truth sir I am proof Of what you couldn't be I'm hookin' and jabbin' like Ca**ius They gasping for air like asthmatic I'm doing numbers in my slumber I enjoy all my bad habits just saying All of this hating is getting archaic Got the game lock while you playing, dismaying You critics that talking that gibberish Just talking a little to big for your britches [Verse 4:Hollywood] All my life I was trying to get it, I got it My circle was crowded I started to cry But they jocking I'm like n***a can you stop it Its cool if you can't bro we all got problems really Find you some p**y to lay in or something I'm making it hard to keep up with the runners Thems n***as that's just 'bout they numbers, paper Tryna get me a mule with that 40 acres too Go white beat the beat like Anita Baker ooo It really ain't nothing that you can say or do Reality check, I don't need yo respect Got my calories up, labels dialing me up I'm just eating greedy elbows on the table You gone hear me n***a whether now or later [Chorus] Uh, uh, work out Uh, uh, ooo Un, uh, work out Uh, uh, ooo