[Intro: Wiz Khalifa]
I didn't mean to make you hate me, (rewinding)
I didn't mean to make you hate me, (scratching)
I didn't mean to make you hate me
But I'm usin' this rap shit to make me cake-y. (rewinding)
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
I didn't mean to make you hate me
But I'm usin' this rap shit to make me cake-y
A lot of bullshit rappin' lately
I ain't focused on that cause I'm stackin' daily (a-huh)
Keep a good sack, could mack your lady
19 years, not one cat that play me (no)
Heard otherwise, trust. You crazy
Swagger all on some old, fuck you, pay me (fuck you)
They say the flow cocky, maybe I should fall back
Hatin' cause you not me, I say to hell with all that (all that)
I'm in this game to get my ones up (yeah )
Beast on beats, trying to teach you dumb fucks (yeah)
Think shit sweet just cause he's a young buck
I spit heat, Wiz eat you chumps up
To them I'm great for how I make songs
To you I'm probably just another nigga to hate on (damn)
But it's the hustla, Young Khalifa
I (what?) smoke so much, I love my reefa'
Why niggas so into me, fam?
Tryin' to end up missin', like the Kennedy fam
Lotta cash flow, asshole
The team gettin' cake in my state
They get rid of weight like Ricki Lake
The mixtape made this shit look real fun
Dropped Show and Prove
Now you dudes lookin' real dumb
You better run nigga (run nigga)
Run, motherfucker, run (run)
When that young motherfucker come
Before you try and bring it to this kid
Pay attention to how I do this shit
Cause it ain't easy
Dimes wan' greet me
Haters wanna heat me
Pussy ass cops wanna jail and police me, bail and release me
I'm in the air, you a couple layers underneath me
There where the streets be
And some tried, all failed to defeat me
The best without a shadow of a doubt
Knaw'm talkin 'bout?
Put my shit in stores, the hood bought them out
Who got the 'Burgh rockin' something we gotta talk about?
I show and prove
I didn't mean to make you hate me, (rewinding)
I didn't mean to make you hate me, (scratching)
I didn't mean to make you hate me
But I'm usin' this rap shit to make me cake-y. (rewinding)
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
I didn't mean to make you hate me
But I'm usin' this rap shit to make me cake-y
A lot of bullshit rappin' lately
I ain't focused on that cause I'm stackin' daily (a-huh)
Keep a good sack, could mack your lady
19 years, not one cat that play me (no)
Heard otherwise, trust. You crazy
Swagger all on some old, fuck you, pay me (fuck you)
They say the flow cocky, maybe I should fall back
Hatin' cause you not me, I say to hell with all that (all that)
I'm in this game to get my ones up (yeah )
Beast on beats, trying to teach you dumb fucks (yeah)
Think shit sweet just cause he's a young buck
I spit heat, Wiz eat you chumps up
To them I'm great for how I make songs
To you I'm probably just another nigga to hate on (damn)
But it's the hustla, Young Khalifa
I (what?) smoke so much, I love my reefa'
Why niggas so into me, fam?
Tryin' to end up missin', like the Kennedy fam
Lotta cash flow, asshole
The team gettin' cake in my state
They get rid of weight like Ricki Lake
The mixtape made this shit look real fun
Dropped Show and Prove
Now you dudes lookin' real dumb
You better run nigga (run nigga)
Run, motherfucker, run (run)
When that young motherfucker come
Before you try and bring it to this kid
Pay attention to how I do this shit
Cause it ain't easy
Dimes wan' greet me
Haters wanna heat me
Pussy ass cops wanna jail and police me, bail and release me
I'm in the air, you a couple layers underneath me
There where the streets be
And some tried, all failed to defeat me
The best without a shadow of a doubt
Knaw'm talkin 'bout?
Put my shit in stores, the hood bought them out
Who got the 'Burgh rockin' something we gotta talk about?
I show and prove
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