[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
No matter which way it goes, y’all be the rookies, we pros
I always stay on my toes
You smell the kush on my clothes
A real boss never folds or show the cards that he holds
I’m with my squad getting stoned
Or with your broad getting dome
A couple cars, couple homes off of the bars I composed
Speaking of composure, I keep it and I keep my team closer
Niggas need to keep their mouths shut, closure
If we don’t eat then what’s the outcome? Vultures
A pound of weed, you’ll never see me without one
Always lowkey, you hardly see me in town
But if you do I’m trying to smoke a zip if you down
We came up together but we different somehow
Think I figured it out
They don’t do sh*t, lil niggas just running their mouth
How do I say this sh*t without hating?
You built your crib on weak foundation
And forgot that you gotta live in that house
[Verse 2: AD]
Paid in full like Money Mitch, got a brick to sell
Lot hated the progress, I still wish them well
That lil nigga from Compton pray for a wishing well
Now I’m menaging with SZA, drinking white [?]
And [?] but never kiss and tell
cr*p table in Vegas more than a Chippendales
I hear ’em plotting, nowadays I never get compelled
f**k your couch, I’m Rick James like it’s a skit, Chappelle