True Hollywood Story lyrics

[Spoken:]
Hollywood, Calfornia
City of smoke and mirrors... and bullsh*t
City will chew you up man

[Hook 1]
True Hollywood Story
Paparazzi all up in this b*tch
True Hollywood Story
TMZ on the f*ckin' scene
True Hollywood Story
Man, everyone out here is full of sh*t
True Hollywood Story
Never got his star on the boulevard

[Verse 1]
Everybody loves Raymond but no one loves me
I'm a washed up VJ roaming the streets
I'm holdin' my meat
Cause ain't no hoes ever recognizing me, I'm finished
Popeye without the spinach
Career over, it's ridiculous
I wish I had a fine lady
But I can't afford a Mercedes
I ain't got a job
Been dressed for less
Shopping at Ross, dog
My agent don't call me back, ever
Since I been smokin' crack
Dag nab it
I reinvented myself as Dirt Nasty
Cause I'm the worst at acting
Try rapping, let's see what happens baby

[Hook 2] (x2)
True Hollywood Story
(Another washed up kid on the Sunset Strip)
True Hollywood Story
(Never got his star on the boulevard)

[Verse 2:]
I get dissed at the club
I'm so D-List. No more f*cking love
My future used to look bright
Now it look like sh*t with speed in the pipe
I sold my Viper
For weed money and a f*cking lighter
I used to wake up with hotties
Nowadays, I wake up with zombies
Anthony Michael Hall
Kirk Cameron, I need to talk to y'all
I walk to the mall
In a Scary Movie shirt. My c*ck, my balls
Borrow money from my mother
Cause my career is in the f*cking gutter
I'm just another
True Hollywood Story, motherf*cker
[Hook 2] (x2)

[Verse 3]
Put a bullet in my head
But this ain't no bullsh*t movie set
My life's a mess
Can't afford good sh- gotta smoke the stress
I hit rock bottom
Tabasco sauce in my Top Ramen
Game over, partner
My life's over, like La Bamba

[Hook 2] (x2)