Prince of the City - Wiz Khalifa

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