Ground Up

[Verse 1: Domo Genesis]

I could never be a facade, that's just living in disguise

I'm only speaking what I'm envisioning in my eyes

Even Stevie seen the ribbon in the sky

So I'm focused on the prize

The real on the rise, I'm getting high

And these niggas say they fly, but I got a piece of mind

Fuck the lies - I'm still the fucking man behind the pride

I'm just happy I'm alive - crack a bottle to that

Young nigga, big picture with the models to match

Young ladies that we slay and we don't follow them back

And long flights, so excited, I won't bother to nap

Yea I made it huh, yea I guess to the average man

Not a stroke of luck, fuck the game cause I had a plan

Can't be a king if you got a castle made of sand

I take it bit by bit - I'mma make it stand

These niggas never had a chance

Snowball effect, keep it rolling, make it avalanche

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]

Don't know why they hating on me

To fall, it's like they waiting on me

They told me that's they way it's gon' be

Everything you see, I did it on my own

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

And homie I ain't ever gon' change

No matter how much money I make

And n'an nigga put me in the game

Everything you see, I did it on my own

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]

Hold up, know that I'm fly if I'mma show up

Don't gotta roll, the joint already rolled up

The Bombay and Simply already po'ed up

They let us all in simply cause they know us

And count so much Benjies, them shits can't fold up

'Member niggas used to just want a Motorola

Now we order motors from overseas with manuals we can't even read

You claiming you this high, I fly where you can't even see

The wintertime get cold, couple hours I change the degrees

Hater please, leather jacket, gator sleeves

Blowing all of mine, you taking all your time and saving trees

All the realest 'round me down to rep the gang with me

Heard I'm on my grind, it's going down, they taking knees

I'm still blazing weed, going places, making cheese

And tryna keep these critics out my hair

Well not really cause I hear them talk, but really I don't care

All buds inclusive, all my cars exclusive

Runways and high grade pot music

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]

Don't know why they hating on me

To fall, it's like they waiting on me

They told me that's they way it's gon' be

Everything you see, I did it on my own

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

And homie I ain't ever gon' change

No matter how much money I make

And n'an nigga put me in the game

Everything you see, I did it on my own

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh