Intro: John Cena
Wiz, I'm a help you re-educate the masses right now

Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa
Growin' up in that slum
Tatted all on my chest just to let y'all know where I'm from
Haters, I don't see none
Goin' hard everyday, Lord knows I want the best for my son
So I got Chuck Tays on my feet, and I got bitches smokin' my chief
And I got all my dogs with me, anyone starvin', man they gon' eat
And we don't do deceit
We do real big receipts
We do first class cabin seats
If you ain't gonna stand for nothin', have a seat

Hook: Wiz Khalifa
Cause I'm a real one, that's all day, foreign cars, that's all day
Goin' hard, that's all day, I'm gettin' money the long way
I'm a real one, that's all day, foreign cars, that's all day
Goin' hard, that's all day, I'm gettin' money the long way
I don't know much about y'all but I've been hustlin' all day
I don't know much about y'all but I've been countin' all day

Verse 2: John Cena
Y'all 'bout to find God, make you an instant preacher
They should have never let Cena spit with Wiz Khalifa
We all day fam, hotter than a sauna
I'm not from Chi city but I'm common on the corner
We always hustle hard, you ballin' incidental
I'm 'bout to go on trial, murderin' instrumentals
I dumb it down for you, I keep it simple, son
I need four fingers, I'm givin' you the middle one

Hook: Wiz Khalifa

Bridge: Wiz Khalifa
I tried to tell these boys I ain't lyin'
Put it in their faces so they can get their cake like mine
But man they keep hatin' and I can't see the reason why
Why when I get a plate they keep tryna take it
Put 'em in their places

Hook: Wiz Khalifa