Ay, you know that work moving so that paper steady stacking
And n***as out here hating I done made it cuz I'm rapping
My chain is solid gold, man I said later for that platinum
And threw them yellow diamonds on that "P" and got it tatted
A lot of y'all just talk, I let em see I make it happen
Moving rhymes like weight, some mistake and think I'm trappin'
That heat I gotta pack it cuz they wait for me to slip
Let a hater go'on and trip, 32 off in that clip
I'm riding big sh**, and I'm smoking even bigger
Your baby mama say she wanna f** a young n***a
I took it from an eighth, and made it to a half
Now I'm working with a whole one, language do the math
And it ain't about your man, if it don't involve them presidents
Them dead white folk, all that other sh**'s irrelevant
Never said I'm first to put the Burgh up on the map
I'm more like Mike Tomlin, here to bring the Burgh back
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Khalifa man
Now everywhere I go, at a club or a show
A broke n***a got something to say
Bout what I ain't done, or where I ain't from
But everybody know a hater go'on hate
You know me I'm the P-R-I-N-C-E O-F T-H-E C-I-T-Y
I'm W-I-Z K-H-A-L-I-F-A p**y n***a go'on hate (go'on hate)
p**y n***a go'on hate
p**y n***a go'on hate
I be riding while I'm coasting, I be drinking, I be smoking
I be rolling up them blunts that have you choking yeah we call it that ray
I'm a hustler, I be stacking, I'm a hundred, y'all be acting
In the Burgh I get it smacking yeah I own it all day
And them hating n***as funny
Don't got no reason not to like me except I got some money
I turn a cla**y chick into a certified bussy
Not even the baddest b**h, couldn't get a dime from me
They see me and try and hug me, these haters try and plug me
I got a hundred real n***as, ray to fire for me
You waiting 'round for me, well I think I'll get it started
It's number 2, you act stupid my team'll get retarded... yeah