Wiz Khalifa, Chevy Woods - Stand Up lyrics

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 the jaeger and 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
Ladies stand up, gentlemen stand up
This is pure skill, far from damned luck
You gotta make a plan to
Never give your man up
And man up, to positively stand up

Once again the youngest sin came
To drop the hammer
How could a bystander feel that
This is not bananas? We earn stripes
You all hype in that propaganda
Gats spot, you cats shot
But not from cameras back Glock
Cause snap shots'll stop your plan up
Stuck in my ways
The haze taste like tropicana
Thinkin the days of way back
People will say that
The youngin was gifted sick
When he stayed back
Now the people listenin play back
I got it made
Obligated to gettin passin grades
And blaze tracks
You'll be amazed at how I make unit's move
Self made, twelfth grade
Boy I'll take you to school
I'm through the streets of pistolvania
Where my goonies move
Can't miss these trucks with the rims on them
And you can find me speedin
Listenin to Big and Em
Fresh outta class with the weed
Tucked in my Timberlands

Ladies stand up, gentlemen stand up
This is pure skill, far from damned luck
You gotta make a plan to
Never give your man up
And man up, to positively stand up