Young Boy Talk Wiz Khalifa

[Wiz Khalifa]

(puffin) Uh huh
Sledgren

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Uh -
Look nigga I'm the rawest, the mu'fuckin' animal
Want war? One phone call is how I handle you (whew)
On the grind, you pussy nigga's hate
Bitch I'm out in different states, politic'n, and gettin cake
Fill my lungs with the best weed, pockets with them dollar signs
Run with them niggas holdin Glocks like it's columbine (pop, pop, pop)
I'm a star, ain't a choice so I gotta shine
Far as Pittsburgh, I'm the voice so I gotta rhyme
Grind all the time ever since the first day
Now I'm gettin cake like everyday became my birthday
Something like an earthquake, the way this shit drop
I be at the tip top posted with a big knot
You ain't know ho you sit at home and just watch
Less then haters, stone cold spectating
Same lame's turn out to be investigators
No where near comfortable need extra paper

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa] (x2)
Got the city on smash, the streets on lock
A hundred real niggas with their heats on cock
Got my pockets on swole still need more gwap
Plus the hood say they love to hear the young boy talk