[Intro: John Cena] Uh, Wiz, I'mma help you re-educate the masses right now (You know where I'm from x3)
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa] Growin' up in that slum Tatted all on my chest just to let y'all know where I'm from Haters, I don't see none Goin' hard everyday, Lord knows I want the best for my son So I got Chuck Tays on my feet, and I got bitches smokin' my chief And I got all my dogs with me, anyone starvin', man they gon' eat And we don't do deceit We do real big receipts We do first class cabin seats If you ain't gonna stand for nothin', have a seat
[Hook: Wiz Khalifa] Cause I'm a real one, that's all day, foreign cars, that's all day Goin' hard, that's all day, I'm gettin' money the long way I'm a real one, that's all day, foreign cars, that's all day Goin' hard, that's all day, I'm gettin' money the long way I don't know much about y'all but I've been hustlin' all day I don't know much about y'all but I've been countin' all day
[Interlude: John Cena] Looks like you lettin' 'em know what's going on, what it's all about Well, it's Mr. All Day
[Verse 2: John Cena] Y'all 'bout to find God, make you an instant preacher They should have never let Cena spit with Wiz Khalifa We all day fam, hotter than a sauna I'm not from Chi city but I'm common on the corner We always hustle hard, you ballin' incidental I'm 'bout to go on trial, murderin' instrumentals I dumb it down for you, I keep it simple, son I need four fingers, I'm givin' you the middle one
[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
[Bridge: Wiz Khalifa] I tried to tell these boys I ain't lyin' Put it in their faces so they can get their cake like mine But man they keep hatin' and I can't see the reason why Why when I get a plate they keep tryna take it Put 'em in their places