Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa 
No matter which way it goes, y'all be the rookies, we pros 
I always stay on my toes 
You smell the kush on my clothes 
A real boss never folds or show the cards that he holds 
I'm with my squad getting stoned 
Or with your broad getting dome 
A couple cars, couple homes off of the bars I composed 
Speaking of composure, I keep it and I keep my team closer 
Niggas need to keep their mouths shut, closure 
If we don't eat then what's the outcome? Vultures 
A pound of weed, you'll never see me without one 
Always lowkey, you hardly see me in town 
But if you do I'm trying to smoke a zip if you down 
We came up together but we different somehow 
Think I figured it out 
They don't do shit, lil niggas just running their mouth 
How do I say this shit without hating? 
You built your crib on weak foundation 
And forgot that you gotta live in that house 

Verse 2: AD 
Paid in full like Money Mitch, got a brick to sell 
Lot hated the progress, I still wish them well 
That lil nigga from Compton pray for a wishing well 
Now I'm menaging with SZA, drinking white [?] 
And [?] but never kiss and tell 
Crap table in Vegas more than a Chippendales 
I hear 'em plotting, nowadays I never get compelled 
Fuck your couch, I'm Rick James like it's a skit, Chappelle
Beating on the table, I'm grindin' like it's Clipse for real
I want gas rather pump, taking trips to Shell
Getting good brain, yeah that noggin could've went to Yale
Keep it silent when we beefing but that clip'll yell
Shipping KK overseas til they strip the mail
Ride Clinton presidential, could've cripped with Bill
Or get that Scott from Gil
If you know what I mean, yeah