Wiz Khalifa - Prince Of The City lyrics
Wiz Khalifa [Cameron Jibril Thomaz] Minot, North Dakota/Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Wiz Khalifa - Prince Of The City lyrics]
If you a rat or you a snitch
You shouldn’t listen to this
If you ain't talking Pittsburgh
If you ain't mention the prince
I'm sick with the spit
You pissed I get chips for this shit
This for my homies that be OT
Whip full of bricks i'm on another level
Dudes gotta catch up to my ride
I'm ahead of my time
I'm a threat to you guys, why?
I’m still a student
Yet I'm fluent with my rhymes
Still that best of that good shit
Professional hood shit
Bill Gates cake, I won't settle for hood rich
I’m fresh cause we don't sound
Like that other bullshit
My team hustle, no days off
And weigh so much salt
That you might have to take a snow day off
You ain't coming close to mine
If the cops bring a snitch about you
Me on my worst day is
What you pricks amount to
Talk slick like the life we
Can't get about you
And have dirt on you like I
Have some shit about you
See Wiz Khalifa’s like a teacher
I could show you to
A spliff of reefer got me somewhere
High up in the mountains
You claim to be S T-A-R-S
But like you're under 21 you
Can't fuck with my bars
Ask about me the streets think
Im the youngest in charge pimp too
Leave the club with a truck full of broads
And if it's on then im crushing them all
You niggas prolly right
When you say that I ain't fUckin with y'all
Dogg i’m on a paper chase
Moving unit state to state
So I let the haters hate
Got about a cake to make
Money on the mind, moving at a greater pace
Hungry on the grind and I ain't
Eating of a paper plate
I need the finer things
Came up on the rhyming game
Now they listening
Take his picture in them designer frames
And they come with success
Some niggas gotta hate
I see you playin with me, it's different
It's not a game
I’m moving heavy in the trenches
Best flow, back door
When I knock any nigga senseless
I don't do much
Smoke about a blunt or two or three
Gonna take more than a few bars
To get through to me
You shouldn’t listen to this
If you ain't talking Pittsburgh
If you ain't mention the prince
I'm sick with the spit
You pissed I get chips for this shit
This for my homies that be OT
Whip full of bricks i'm on another level
Dudes gotta catch up to my ride
I'm ahead of my time
I'm a threat to you guys, why?
I’m still a student
Yet I'm fluent with my rhymes
Still that best of that good shit
Professional hood shit
Bill Gates cake, I won't settle for hood rich
I’m fresh cause we don't sound
Like that other bullshit
My team hustle, no days off
And weigh so much salt
That you might have to take a snow day off
You ain't coming close to mine
If the cops bring a snitch about you
Me on my worst day is
What you pricks amount to
Talk slick like the life we
Can't get about you
And have dirt on you like I
Have some shit about you
See Wiz Khalifa’s like a teacher
I could show you to
A spliff of reefer got me somewhere
High up in the mountains
You claim to be S T-A-R-S
But like you're under 21 you
Can't fuck with my bars
Ask about me the streets think
Im the youngest in charge pimp too
Leave the club with a truck full of broads
And if it's on then im crushing them all
You niggas prolly right
When you say that I ain't fUckin with y'all
Dogg i’m on a paper chase
Moving unit state to state
So I let the haters hate
Got about a cake to make
Money on the mind, moving at a greater pace
Hungry on the grind and I ain't
Eating of a paper plate
I need the finer things
Came up on the rhyming game
Now they listening
Take his picture in them designer frames
And they come with success
Some niggas gotta hate
I see you playin with me, it's different
It's not a game
I’m moving heavy in the trenches
Best flow, back door
When I knock any nigga senseless
I don't do much
Smoke about a blunt or two or three
Gonna take more than a few bars
To get through to me