Wiz Khalifa — Prince Of The City

[Verse] 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 its 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, its different, its 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