Chevy Woods, Wiz Khalifa - Karl Kani lyrics
Wiz Khalifa [Cameron Jibril Thomaz] Minot, North Dakota/Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Chevy Woods, Wiz Khalifa - Karl Kani lyrics]
Whether you real or fake, make a decision
Our limit is the sky
We don't think of the ceiling
Our main goal is counting paper and chillin'
Wake up everyday
Can't help but think of a million
Whether you real or fake, make a decision
Our limit is the sky
We don't think of the ceiling
Our main goal is counting paper and chillin'
Wake up everyday
Can't help but think of a million
Yeah, that's word to Christopher Wallace
Weed and gin, I'm just keeping it balanced
Cuban cigars, sippin' wine on the island
I sent the mob and told
Them "keep that shit silent"
We know your type
You just talk like you're violent
You know we always in the newest stylin'
We be in places you never allowed in
Been getting pussy to my favorite album
You hit it lucky like a horseshoe
She want a stallion
No Olive Garden, I don't do Italian
Told me she grown
But she kept acting childish
I need somebody I can trip and fly with
Red wine, chill and spend some time with
There's a war going on outside
Don't get your heart broke
Not really paying attention
We tryna chart though good head shorty
She in the salon once a week
It's gon' be havoc for real, if we mob deep
Let 'em do they job, police
To who we never speak
Heard all your stories
But never seen you out in the streets
Whether you real or fake, make a decision
Our limit is the sky
We don't think of the ceiling
Our main goal is counting paper and chillin'
Wake up everyday
Can't help but think of a million
Whether you real or fake, make a decision
Our limit is the sky
We don't think of the ceiling
Our main goal is counting paper and chillin'
Wake up everyday
Can't help but think of a million
Out on the corner with the zombies
Who can't feel they body
My project shorty drink, she hella bossy
We always go back and forth
Like when we did karate
10 to 4, a little joke, copy?
Ignoring threats, telling me he gon' pop me
Black, in-the basement-ass niggas outside
Of the barber shop
They always gon' take they shots
Hey, remember when I said you owe me one?
That's what you owe me
Big vacation, no game, playstation
Look I'm the one who controlling the corner
Word to Deion new Glock with the beam on it
You know it's neon
Can't do shit around niggas, they singing
Just like Leon you not a boss lil nigga
We know that you a peon
On that McQueen as we ride around
He know that homie don't play that
Treat him like a clown
Fresh out the kitchen, almost broke my wrist
Then I heard Kat say some shit like this:
Whether you real or fake, make a decision
Our limit is the sky
We don't think of the ceiling
Our main goal is counting paper and chillin'
Wake up everyday
Can't help but think of a million
Whether you real or fake, make a decision
Our limit is the sky
We don't think of the ceiling
Our main goal is counting paper and chillin'
Wake up everyday
Can't help but think of a million
Our limit is the sky
We don't think of the ceiling
Our main goal is counting paper and chillin'
Wake up everyday
Can't help but think of a million
Whether you real or fake, make a decision
Our limit is the sky
We don't think of the ceiling
Our main goal is counting paper and chillin'
Wake up everyday
Can't help but think of a million
Yeah, that's word to Christopher Wallace
Weed and gin, I'm just keeping it balanced
Cuban cigars, sippin' wine on the island
I sent the mob and told
Them "keep that shit silent"
We know your type
You just talk like you're violent
You know we always in the newest stylin'
We be in places you never allowed in
Been getting pussy to my favorite album
You hit it lucky like a horseshoe
She want a stallion
No Olive Garden, I don't do Italian
Told me she grown
But she kept acting childish
I need somebody I can trip and fly with
Red wine, chill and spend some time with
There's a war going on outside
Don't get your heart broke
Not really paying attention
We tryna chart though good head shorty
She in the salon once a week
It's gon' be havoc for real, if we mob deep
Let 'em do they job, police
To who we never speak
Heard all your stories
But never seen you out in the streets
Whether you real or fake, make a decision
Our limit is the sky
We don't think of the ceiling
Our main goal is counting paper and chillin'
Wake up everyday
Can't help but think of a million
Whether you real or fake, make a decision
Our limit is the sky
We don't think of the ceiling
Our main goal is counting paper and chillin'
Wake up everyday
Can't help but think of a million
Out on the corner with the zombies
Who can't feel they body
My project shorty drink, she hella bossy
We always go back and forth
Like when we did karate
10 to 4, a little joke, copy?
Ignoring threats, telling me he gon' pop me
Black, in-the basement-ass niggas outside
Of the barber shop
They always gon' take they shots
Hey, remember when I said you owe me one?
That's what you owe me
Big vacation, no game, playstation
Look I'm the one who controlling the corner
Word to Deion new Glock with the beam on it
You know it's neon
Can't do shit around niggas, they singing
Just like Leon you not a boss lil nigga
We know that you a peon
On that McQueen as we ride around
He know that homie don't play that
Treat him like a clown
Fresh out the kitchen, almost broke my wrist
Then I heard Kat say some shit like this:
Whether you real or fake, make a decision
Our limit is the sky
We don't think of the ceiling
Our main goal is counting paper and chillin'
Wake up everyday
Can't help but think of a million
Whether you real or fake, make a decision
Our limit is the sky
We don't think of the ceiling
Our main goal is counting paper and chillin'
Wake up everyday
Can't help but think of a million