Uh huh, uh, yeah, ya know, it's the boy Wiz Sometimes I gotta sit back and think, ya know The audacity I have for these n*ggas man, ya know But you know I just gotta focus on the positive, ya know Cuz' the negative ain't gonna do nothin' but, you know what I'm sayin' Bring me down, and I've worked too hard to get where I'm at I can guarantee you one thing, I ain't going nowhere Im'a be right here baby, 412, uh huh, and this the Prince, yeah, yeah
HOOK - (Wiz Khalifa)
Homie we came up, n*ggas hatin' cuz not havin' paper just ain't us Take it from me, shit for free, nobody gave us Tired of strugglin' so we hustle to get the change up, yeah, yeah Hustle to get the change up, yeah, yeah (Repeat X4)
VERSE 1 - (Wiz Khalifa)
Uh, look homie I'm from the ill-gritty, city where they kill plenty Lost some n*ggas along the way, some of em' still wit' me So why don't ya'll come through, while the boys show you How we livin' in the 412 Where young n*ggas got no intentions of workin' jobs Cookin' that raw is they definition of workin' hard Chop it, bag it, hit the block and work it hard Tired of strugglin', so we started hustlin' Gotta bring that money in, didn't wanna run the streets But lookin' at an empty plate'll make a n*gga wanna eat And get up on his feet, hustlin' and scramblin' A (..?) will let the cold world make a man of him And fam listen, pay attention to who you 'round Another man can never pull you up, but he can pull you down This somethin' every real n*gga can feel here They hate me for the fact that I'm still here
HOOK - (Repeat X4)
VERSE 2 - (Wiz Khalifa)
Yo, some say I mention drugs in every one of my songs Not knowin' you ain't gotta be doin' wrong to get your hustle on Long as you're goin' hard, I was taught, growin' up in Pittsburgh Sh*t it means, gettin' cake by any means N*ggas on that rap shit, n*ggas on that crack shit Most n*ggas will clap quick, end up on your back split Some n*ggas will 9 to 5, and never make a pack flip Tryin' to get that cheese, some n*ggas end up on that rat shit 'Round here that's how you get sent into a back-flip Nothin' else to be said, my n*ggas try and see bread Tired of them stomach pains, n*ggas try and keep fed Fillin' up your pipe veins, green for the weed-head City full of pipe-dreams, believe me i been sold those Heavy chronic habit, we gon' need the whole zone I stay higher than the Ozone Layer I'm from the Burgh, n*gga don't go there
HOOK - (Repeat X4)
VERSE 3 - (Wiz Khalifa)
I never backed or run away, slacked for one day Had somethin' on my chest, and held back what i wanna say That's how i wasn't raised, manned up quicker The young boy grew up into a stand up n*gga F*ck you pay me, I demand them figures I'm gettin' mine shorty, we young n*ggas on the rise, on the grind shorty Had enough of the lies, jealous n*ggas I despise, look in my eyes