Wiz Khalifa — History in the Making/Never Too Late

[Part 1: History in the Making] [Intro] Yeah It's another one of those... Y'all niggas know 412, Wiz Khalifa [Verse 1] Yeah I'm so incredible, wait, with no metal to waste I flow great, and that'll level ya face And I'll still let a nigga have it You talk greasy but you still a faggot I front on cowards cause you niggas backwards I got my money right, game on top And it's been said that I'm the key to put this game on lock I'm from the city of the triflin' hoods But when you see me, got a smile on my face Nothin' sweet, it's just that life is good Yea, I dodged the hood, slums came up out that Rap game about that, to gain pay without crack See I'm a youngin' with too much on my plate To let some small change half a youngin' dumped in a cage I seen niggas make sales Niggas get knocked and make bail And take lives, their worries ain't jail With no regards for life cause their livin' ain't well Who gotta make it to heaven cause they livin' in hell But me, I don't do much just keep to myself And stop these cock-suckin' mothafuckas seekin' my wealth I was told the world's cold but I see for myself And I'm too hot to take the backseat or the shelf So I'm here, for some reason though, they hate it to death The love's gone, only hatred is left Only achin' and stress A king not to be mistaken for less And this here is for the taking, this is history in the making, yeah! [Interlude] Yeah It's ya boy Wiz, man Prince of the City of Steel, you already know, man It's history in the making what we doing right here Fuckers can hate it if you want to, just sit back and laugh, smoke and get money on y'all niggas, you already know Ain't nan' nigga gon' stop my grind Work too hard to get here, you feel me Let's do it! [Verse 2] Where I'm from, it's kinda hard to trust Cause the hate's from most of your own people They're fake and they're all see-through Hate to see a nigga when he's stackin' his bucks Rather him be down in the dumps, and out on his luck But I'll be damned if my grind stop My mind tickin' like a time watch And I'm gonna be spittin' 'till the time's not Presently there, I touch minds everywhere And I'll ride hoping heaven is near See the pain in your eyes, young with every stare I seek peace, but these streets will never be fair Cause somebody done took Greg's life Son reached, deceased No time to blink or think twice, damn Wonder when it's gonna be my time to meet death I'm stressed, need to ease my mind And unless one of y'all try to see what's mine Then I'll eat through your flesh, bones, and leave that spine You see I did the right thing I stayed up out the gun and knife game I knew about the pain it might bring And we all got problems I chose to smoke blunts just to drown 'em The top, but I rose from the bottom And I'm here now, ain't no body harming young My screw's loose, they say something's wrong with young Your time's up, I'm just warning young Cause this here's for the taking, this is history in the making, yeah! [Outro] Yeah, y'all muhfuckas better play close attention to what's going on, man, that's what it is Rostrum Records What up Benjy! Yeah Thanks for that doe, nigga, I needed that What up Chad! ID Management, ID Labs, E. Dan, Hub, BLAH! What up Pittsburgh! 412 [Part 2: Never Too Late] [Hook: The Stylistics] Never too late, too late to stop-stop Never too late, too late to stop-stop [Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa] Uh I'm tryna have the wrist all glitted up Whip all kitted up Niggas say Cam change, Wiz couldn't give a fuck Spit it like my last song, one life, live it up Niggas see Cam's change, kids couldn't get a buck So please don't approach me man Like this a free show, cause you don't know me fam And please don't extend your hands like you know we fam And please don't pretend like we homies, scram Where was all this love at when I was only Cam? When I was tryna sell y'all my only jam? I don't keep friends, when we only fam And take falls, I'll never, I will only stand I'ma make this all riches, is what I told E then If you don't know me now, then how you know me then? And I hope y'all loving the kid, but if not, it's [Hook: The Stylistics] Never too late, too late to stop-stop Never too late, too late to stop-stop [Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa] I'm tryna have the strip all whipped out Crib all pimped out Chicks smiling in my face, tongues all licked out Flat on the front side, back all sticking out Waiting for that one time a rap nigga dig her out But you gon' have to slow up love Tryna skee cause she think I'ma blow up cuz All she thinking is me getting her nails done, and her hair done Ma, I'm not the one I don't need no chick plotting all my chips No birds tryna fly with me on my trips If I am with a Miss, she a down ass chick So take a sec, just chill and get off my tip I'm just tryna get rich of these tracks I get And you tryna get rich off the scratch I get And you chicks think it's all about bread, but it's not, it's.. [Hook: The Stylistics] Never too late, too late to stop-stop [Interlude: Sample and (Wiz Khalifa)] Cause I want to tell you, that there's no point in hating anybody Because to the extent that you tear down another, you tear down yourself (yea, yea) We have to understand that [Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa] I'm tryna have the city on lockdown Fam off the block now Money coming fast, more cash than the cops now Would harass, but they can't really not now Used to laugh, but your man's really hot now I used to rap for the kids in class Told em I would use rap just to get my cash And I was only worried about how to get my math And told my teachers and the staff they can kiss my ass Cause I can't find a interest in my book So I stayed to myself in every class I took Supposed to be doing work, but I made my hooks Cause I get motivation everywhere I look And I show no regret for any chance I took But I learn from mistakes just like I should So if you dudes ain't paid your dues, for you fools it's... [Hook: The Stylistics] Never too late, too late to stop-stop Never too late, too late to stop-stop