Текст песни Wiz Khalifa - Ground Up (feat. Domo Genesis)

Blacc Hollywood
Жанр: Hip-Hop
Исполнитель: Wiz Khalifa
Альбом: Blacc Hollywood
Длительность: 03:57
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[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]
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