Stand Up Wiz Khalifa (Ft. Chevy Woods)

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Listen, I came in the game feet first
Hit the ground runnin, a hustler 'till I meet dirt
Gotta be consumption I'm pumpin, the people need work
Love the niggas frontin' I came from nothin and seen worse
The long-armed Khalifa reachin with each verse
I got that food for your thought, plus what the streets thirst
And you can ask around the haters'll know
I'm tame with the flow, I'm sorta like Diego in Blow
I see the dream like a Martin Luther, I preach to the constitution in peace
But violate it, get that ass annihilated
I'm on the grind, money is time so why waste it
And everything but my piss clean, I'm high maintenance
You niggas are weak, sweet like one of them Now and Laters
The cannon blast your candy ass if you try and hate it
I made it, cause I stayed a couple steps ahead of y'all and
A hundred percent, since benji got the bread involved I'm
Lovin this shit, come fuck with the prince
I'm leavin heads hollowed like them things stuffed in the clips
And the streets gon' remember this cat name, I'm beatin the rap game
Just like nigga huggin the strip (Why?)
Cause that's how a hustler do, fall back I don't fuck with you
We make it happen the clappin know we can scrum with you
Yeah we can take it to the heads, give you a lump or two
A fool is still, team bring heat like a oven dude