Real As You Think

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]

Fresh off the plane

Pittsburgh pimpin' blew up and now he got his own strain

Diamond everything

We tired of paying for it so we put it in our name

To the top, but where we came from is way different

Been a boss and gon' remain

Know the cost, I can't complain

I'm back and rolling joints bigger than ever

The more time I take, the better I get

The more chains I cop, the wetter she get

All bullshit aside but never forget

Heard boss shit before but never like this

Blowing O's in my whip

Writing flows, bringing pounds where we ain't supposed to

But they don't even trip

Name on the list, we don't wait 'til it come out

Might buy every one so they don't exist

Rollie on the wrist

Competition try and miss

Diamonds on my fist

Gotta rock the coldest 'fits

Glad you noticed, never seen nothing like this so they focus

Mixing my new shit with my old shit

White diamonds on gold

We fell in love with how the money fold

Hundred millions I done sold, changed souls with the stories I told

Take it as a compliment when them younger niggas tell me that I'm getting old

That mean my money mature

Villas on shores, having conversations with billionaires

Skip the awards, we already there

Just keep the chronic smoke in the air

Model chick with long hair wearing weave cause it's easier to maintain

My niggas come from hunger pains

Now we all rocking two or three chains, Versace everything

Spilling our drinks, pulling out minks

Live a life that's as real as you think

[Chorus: Problem & Wiz Khalifa]

It take a lot to keep a crew alive

Really socialize

Beef shit, we don't vocalize

Keep it in overdrive

Come through and catch a vibe

Bitches is over fine

G's up, stay cheesed up, smoke it then re-up

It takes a lot to keep a crew alive

From counting twenties and fives

To private jets when we flying

They can't believe us

It take a lot to keep a crew alive

So we keep the bottles on ice

Staying down, still cursin' to Jesus (What?)

[Interlude: Wiz Khalifa & Curren$y]

So if I tell you something, I meant it, man

I'm not just doing this shit for my motherfucking health

I ain't got time to waste

You know that old ass saying, "Time is money?"

Well I got a whole lot of money

And I don't got a whole lot of time

So don't mind me if I change that up

Let me sit

[Verse 2: Curren$y]

Paper been sitting up, just collecting dust

Though my Bentley clean as fuck, super sharp

Your bitch got cut, you mad but

You need to analyze the game that you laid

Had hella cracks in the frame, foundation was weak

She peeped early you was a lame

And proceeded to deplete your change

Smoking weed with my gang

Track suit tailored to feature my watch and bracelet

My reputation speak for me, I don't really say shit

Killer whales tip the scale, major sales

They praying that we fail though the real prevail

The illest niggas

Them haters really just wishing they could kick it with us

I swear that's why they so mad

Chevrolets candy painted, laid on the Ave

Hitting switches, drag the ass, sparking like a lighter

Million dollar rap writer, full time low-rider

A New Orleans East Sider

All my weed designer, all my hoes'll open fire

[Outro: Curren$y]

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