rate me

(Intro: Wiz Khalifa)

It's KK what I'm smoking nigga

(Verse: Wiz Khalifa)

And I done popped so many bottles think I'm through with it

Been smokin' so much weed in public own a school with it

Been on my grind since I was young and now I'm stupid rich

Ya niggas stupid, I'm in the club and it's ruthless

My crew ain't part of that bullshit

My new whips the hardest

Walk in the office like a business man

I'm just an artist

Smokin' and all, crib full of weed

Plaques on the wall

My face on all the magazines

Kush in this jar I'm gettin' this cheese

Pants skinny rubber bands plenty

Whole team goin' hard like it's the last inning

Whole team goin' hard ya got no chance of winnin'

Lot of seats on the floor lot of cash pinnin'

I play the game left hand like my man Jimmy

Ya just a right hand man call that man semi

(Hook: Wiz Khalifa)

What can I say?

What can I do?

To show how much

Real shit a nigga do

What can I say?

What can I do?

To show how much

Real shit a nigga do

(Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa)

All of this off the internet

Those who ain't seen it comin' dog I been a threat

Been smokin' up all this weed

Been rollin' up while I drive

Been to the bottom and back

Been seen ya haters disguised

Niggas tellin' me lies

Just to try to get close

Shades cover my eyes cause I be higher than most

Been on the plane for twenty hours, and wasn’t tired

Live by the code, money power

Once I got on, my niggas hired

Juicy J he ride, it’s the gang or die

The game will stress ya out but that’s what this dubie is for

Ya actin' like ya know me now

Neva knew me before

Snoop sat me down, school me even more

Kick it with my son and don’t even do the awards

Said next year I might win me one

Ya got problems don't lend me none

Got a pound then go send me one


(Verse 3: Juicy J)

Niggas out here broke because they scared of that bread

My money so old I got mold on that bread

How ya think I win and copped that Rolls-Royce Corniche?

Turn around and bought a Maybach next week

A nigga don't hustle then a nigga don't eat

A nigga ain't payin' fair, and life ain't cheap

Nigga ain’t shit sweet but this box of swisher sweets

Eva since I was a young'n I was

Gettin' it in the streets

Now I'm on tour even gettin' it overseas

All the way in Switzerland stackin' swissa cheese

I ain't too good for that brown paper bag

I can still move that work and I get it off fast, hoe


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