[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Homie, say word
It's young Khalifa the prince of Pittsburgh
Gotchu niggas trippin on how I can spit words
Rappin to make a livin‚ don't have to go flip birds
Sick of them cats wantin to battle to get heard
Bring it in my direction and check it you get served
Givin them cats lessons so get learned
Sick flow‚ use no protection and get burned
From the Burgh‚ where anything give is to get earned
Got my hands on the gear
And I'm steerin the grip firm
When your mans beginning to get nervous
We the niggas who's next when they switch terms
Cruise like a jet when I'm lettin the spliff burn
On the rise so niggas try hopin they can watch him
Why so many try knowin they can't knock him
If not I told you before homie we major
I'm trying to tell you the Burgh we get it poppin
412 in the spot, I got stocked in
Not to mention I'm gettin this damn tease
My record playin, the haters sayin it can't be
But I ain't even trippin on niggas
The family will stomp a nigga out
Just as quick as stampede
In the ill city the steel quick with the [?]
We don't even need to shoot
You fruits get hand squeezed
And we keep winnin you can't see
This shit is illin up from the city of champions
Travelin far places just to see your man sing
How I got em in the club‚ doin the damn thing
Pourin Henny in the cup, and 2 in the champagne
Puttin trees in the dutch, blowin the damn green
Me and Kev stay higher than airplanes
Still rollin up back to back like freight trains
Far as rap go‚ my nigga we killin em, 'ya mean?
Two niggas you can't be
Homie if you don't understand me
Cut to the show and see how the fans scream, like
Homie, say word
It's young Khalifa the prince of Pittsburgh
Gotchu niggas trippin on how I can spit words
Rappin to make a livin‚ don't have to go flip birds
Sick of them cats wantin to battle to get heard
Bring it in my direction and check it you get served
Givin them cats lessons so get learned
Sick flow‚ use no protection and get burned
From the Burgh‚ where anything give is to get earned
Got my hands on the gear
And I'm steerin the grip firm
When your mans beginning to get nervous
We the niggas who's next when they switch terms
Cruise like a jet when I'm lettin the spliff burn
On the rise so niggas try hopin they can watch him
Why so many try knowin they can't knock him
If not I told you before homie we major
I'm trying to tell you the Burgh we get it poppin
412 in the spot, I got stocked in
Not to mention I'm gettin this damn tease
My record playin, the haters sayin it can't be
But I ain't even trippin on niggas
The family will stomp a nigga out
Just as quick as stampede
In the ill city the steel quick with the [?]
We don't even need to shoot
You fruits get hand squeezed
And we keep winnin you can't see
This shit is illin up from the city of champions
Travelin far places just to see your man sing
How I got em in the club‚ doin the damn thing
Pourin Henny in the cup, and 2 in the champagne
Puttin trees in the dutch, blowin the damn green
Me and Kev stay higher than airplanes
Still rollin up back to back like freight trains
Far as rap go‚ my nigga we killin em, 'ya mean?
Two niggas you can't be
Homie if you don't understand me
Cut to the show and see how the fans scream, like
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