[Intro: Wiz Khalifa]
I represent rostrum records
I represent heavy hustle records,
I represent G.O.V
I represent pittsburgh man! Its a whole movement
It's alot of niggas out here grinding, we all doing are thing so we have to support ourselves and come together
Shoutout to ID Labs, Shoutout to ID management
We gonna do this shit like a fucking prince of the city
[Hook X2]
I got my ear to the streets, head to the sky
Niggas wanna hate and I don't understand why
I'm just tryna get money, Money!
And have the whole world remember me
So touch mine and become a memory
[Verse 1: Chevy Woods]
They ain't heard about me, although they got to be dead
With no soul in they body cause this how I lives
We middle finger cops like who y'all rolling on
Straight conversation I ain't with that holding on
You see me ho, I'm gone yeah that's that ray I roll
And ten patron shots, I'm way outta control
Just like a bad defender I'm way out of my zone
And this is what I tell 'em
Ugh, like what the fuck you yelling 'bout
This music shit will be the only time I'm selling out
No I can't sell you shit, your phone bling crazy
I keep them magnums I ain't trying to hear "that's Kev's baby"
I'm on my griz a couple shooter kids
I guarantee you hear some shots
U fuck would knock there I ain't knocking shit
U hear me knocking , cops coming nigga let me in!
I represent rostrum records
I represent heavy hustle records,
I represent G.O.V
I represent pittsburgh man! Its a whole movement
It's alot of niggas out here grinding, we all doing are thing so we have to support ourselves and come together
Shoutout to ID Labs, Shoutout to ID management
We gonna do this shit like a fucking prince of the city
[Hook X2]
I got my ear to the streets, head to the sky
Niggas wanna hate and I don't understand why
I'm just tryna get money, Money!
And have the whole world remember me
So touch mine and become a memory
[Verse 1: Chevy Woods]
They ain't heard about me, although they got to be dead
With no soul in they body cause this how I lives
We middle finger cops like who y'all rolling on
Straight conversation I ain't with that holding on
You see me ho, I'm gone yeah that's that ray I roll
And ten patron shots, I'm way outta control
Just like a bad defender I'm way out of my zone
And this is what I tell 'em
Ugh, like what the fuck you yelling 'bout
This music shit will be the only time I'm selling out
No I can't sell you shit, your phone bling crazy
I keep them magnums I ain't trying to hear "that's Kev's baby"
I'm on my griz a couple shooter kids
I guarantee you hear some shots
U fuck would knock there I ain't knocking shit
U hear me knocking , cops coming nigga let me in!
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