Yeah, this young whiz himself off that cup, nigga You already know, you know, the price Large amounts of weed, a youngin' gon' get it When there's a lot of gettin' to be got Whiz, it's number two, Mr. 412 Can't stop this, ha ha ha, slut, 412 *** Yeah, *** with a nigga that be stackin' all the time Just for rappin' all them lines Don't plan on fallin' back, I don't relax I'm on my grind, got that tatted on my mind Money, it is, I'm like butter when it come to my bread I'm on top of it, swagger on 100 Where I'm from, I'm a icon and a hero I crack a cigarilla, put some Ray in the middle My grind like a nigga's with them thangs in the riddle Spit hot water over cocaine instrumentals And call it crack, they leave standin', have them crawlin' back That nigga the ***, the man I'm all at And I don't brag, so evidently I've been told that You niggas so wack, I'm so ahead of myself ***, I could go back, still wouldn't be ***in' with me So all that hatin' *** is nothin' to me I'm eatin' right, yeah, my life's like a ***in' movie Off Bucket 2C, with 200 on the dash I get close to anyone, I'm gon' crash You ain't touch half, or even round that quarter mark I be up on front, you a background watermark My flow more than hard, my nigga, I'm solid You on that bull*** with the mic like Scottie Don't need security, I got Breeze and Big Lonnie An average-sized team, but we seem like a army Smoke a lot of green, cause a lot of green call me Comatose, pick a drug, this *** overdose I'm a typhoon, know the flow, don't float your boat *** around capsize, gotta lock rap-wise Roll my blunts back-size, homie, I am that guy Drink hand like my ho's thin with little back-size Highly intact mind, plan to attack them paid off So *** this happenin' day, y'all, take the rest of your life I'm back like a fresh outta rehab attic It's nothin' like a want, gotta need for my habit A fiend gotta have it, a beast or a savage All about my green spinach leaves, lettuce cabbage And since this, hold on, since this number two I'ma rock more shows and do big numbers too Smoke mad trees, this what big lumber do I've been doin' my thing, homie, this nothin' new I be gettin' a grind-certified boss I tell you that, if it ain't gettin' money, get lost I flooded my P when you copped that cross Lame niggas on my dick, make me sick, get off Without my nigga Charles, man, I just had to say it And Slade didn't make this beat for me, but I just had to slay it I'm one of brothers paid, and Pistol Van your brand I rep Pix Burger to a nigga lame, damn, you dug me You know what I'm sayin'? A lot of niggas be mad I do what I do, they see how I do what I do I be talkin' bout what I do, you know what I'm sayin'? And them niggas really see that *** They be walkin' up to me, talkin' bout, yo, Wiz You know what I'm sayin'? I'm in, I'm tryin' to get at you And then you just wanna talk bout, just want some bread Like, nigga, that's how the *** I eat You smell, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha That paper up and holla at your boy, you know what I'm sayin'? You under, smell, you under, yeah It's that 412 ***, you know what I mean? Me and Pix Burger, Idy Labs and all that My niggas Sledrin', Josh, Big Lonnie with that motor Yeah, 07, man, it's that Prince of the City 2 *** Two, two up, the second one Uh-huh, no ***in' come up to me and say nothing to me Man, when y'all niggas see me, man If you got a ***in' problem, just keep it ***in' movin', man I really got me, uh, uh