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[Intro: Wiz Khalifa]

It's KK what I'm smoking nigga

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]

And I done popped so many bottles think I'm through with it

Been smoking so much weed in public owners cool with it

Been on my grind since I was young and now I'm stupid rich

You niggas stupid, I'm in the club and it's ruthless

My crew ain't part of that bullshit

My new whips the hardest

Walk in the office like a business man

I'm just an artist

Smoking and all, crib full of weed

Plaques on the wall

My face on all the magazines

Kush in this jar I'm getting this cheese

Pants skinny rubber bands plenty

Whole team going hard like it's the last inning

Whole team going hard you got no chance of winning

Lot of seats on the floor lot of cash pending

I play the game left hand like my man Jimi

You just a right hand man call that man Semmi

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]

What can I say?

What can I do?

To show how much

Real shit a nigga do

What can I say?

What can I do?

To show how much

Real shit a nigga do

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]

All of this off the internet

Those who ain't seen it coming dog I been a threat

Been smoking up all this weed

Been rolling up while I drive

Been to the bottom and back

Been seen you haters disguised

Niggas telling me lies

Just to try to get close

Shades cover my eyes cause I be higher than most

Been on the plane for twenty hours, and wasn’t tired

Live by the code, money power

Once I got on, my niggas hired

Juicy J he ride, it’s the gang or die

The game will stress you out but that’s what this dubie is for

You acting like you know me now

Never knew me before

Snoop sat me down, school me even more

Kick it with my son and don’t even do the awards

Said next year I might win me one

You got problems don't lend me none

Got a pound then go send me one

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]

What can I say?

What can I do?

To show how much

Real shit a nigga do

What can I say?

What can I do?

To show how much

Real shit a nigga do

[Verse 3: Juicy J]

Niggas out here broke because they scared of that bread

My money so old I got mold on that bread

How you think I went and copped that Rolls-Royce Corniche?

Turn around and bought a Maybach next week

A nigga don't hustle then a nigga don't eat

A nigga ain't paying fair, and life ain't cheap

Nigga ain’t shit sweet but this box of swisher sweets

Ever since I was a youngin I was

Getting it in the streets

Now I'm on tour even getting it overseas

All the way in Switzerland stacking swisser-cheese

I ain't too good for that brown paper bag

I can still move that work and I get it off fast, hoe

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa]

What can I say?

What can I do?

To show how much

Real shit a nigga do

What can I say?

What can I do?

To show how much

Real shit a nigga do