Wiz Khalifa - Stand Up lyrics

Listen, i came in the game feet first Hit the ground runnin, a hustler til i meet dirt Gotta be consumption i'm pumpin, the people need work Love the n***as frontin i came from nothin and seen worse The long-armed khalifa reachin with each verse I got that food for your thought, plus what the streets thirst And you can ask around the haters'll know, I'm tame with the flow, i'm sorta like the jaeger and blow I see the dream like a martin luther, i preach to the constitution in peace, But violate it, get that a** annihilated I'm on the grind, money is time so why waste it And everything but my piss clean, i'm high maintenance You n***as are weak, sweet like one of them now-and-laters The canon blast your candy a** if you try and hate it, I made it, cause i stayed a couple steps ahead of y'all and A hundred percent, since benji got the bread involved i'm, Lovin this sh**, come f** with the prince, I'm leavin heads hollowed like them things stuffed in the clips And the streets gon' remember this cat name, i'm beatin the rap game Just like n***a huggin the strip (why?) Cause that's how a hustler do, fall back i don't f** with you, We make it happen the clappin know we can scrum with you Yeah we can take it to the heads, give you a lump or two A fool is still, team bring heat like a oven dude (chorus x2) ladies stand up, gentlemen stand up, This is pure sk**, far from damned luck, You gotta make a plan to never give your man up And man up, to positively stand up Once again the youngest sin came to drop the hammer How could a bystander feel that this is not bananas? We earn stripes, you all hype in that propaganda, Gats spot, you cats shot, but not from cameras, Back glock, cause snap shots'll stop your plan up, Stuck in my ways, the haze taste like tropicana, Thinkin the days of way back, people will say that, The youngin was gifted sick when he stayed back Now the people listenin play back, i got it made Obligated to gettin pa**in grades and blaze tracks, You'll be amazed at how i make units move Self-made, twelfth grade, boy i'll take you to school I'm through the streets of pistolvania where my goonies move, (??????) can't miss these trucks with the rims on them And you can find me speedin, listenin to big and em, Fresh outta cla** with the weed tucked in my timberlands (chorus x2)