INTRO - (Wiz Khalifa Speaking)

Uh huh, uh, yeah, ya know, it's the boy Wiz
Sometimes I gotta sit back and think, ya know
The audacity I have for these n*ggas man, ya know
But you know I just gotta focus on the positive, ya know
Cuz' the negative ain't gonna do nothin' but, you know what I'm sayin'
Bring me down, and I've worked too hard to get where I'm at
I can guarantee you one thing, I ain't going nowhere
Im'a be right here baby, 412, uh huh, and this the Prince, yeah, yeah

HOOK - (Wiz Khalifa)

Homie we came up, n*ggas hatin' cuz not havin' paper just ain't us
Take it from me, [bad word] for free, nobody gave us
Tired of [bad word] #39; so we hustle to get the change up, yeah, yeah
Hustle to get the change up, yeah, yeah (Repeat X4)

VERSE 1 - (Wiz Khalifa)

Uh, look homie I'm from the ill-gritty, city where they kill plenty
Lost some n*ggas along the way, some of em' still wit' me
So why don't [bad word] through, while the boys show you
How we livin' in the 412
Where young n*ggas got no intentions of workin' jobs
Cookin' that raw is they definition of workin' hard
Chop it, bag it, hit the block and work it hard
Tired of [bad word] #39;, so we started hustlin'
Gotta bring that money in, didn't [bad word] the streets
But lookin' at an empty plate'll make a n*gga wanna eat
And get up on his feet, hustlin' and scramblin'
(..?) will let the cold world make a man of him
And fam listen, pay attention to who you 'round
Another man can never pull you up, but he can pull you down
This somethin' every real n*gga can feel here
They hate me for the fact that I'm still here

HOOK - (Repeat X4)

VERSE 2 - (Wiz Khalifa)

Yo, some say I mention [bad word] in every one of my songs
Not knowin' you ain't gotta be doin' wrong to get your hustle on
Long as you're goin' hard, I was taught, growin' up in Pittsburgh
Sh*t it means, gettin' cake by any means
N*ggas on that rap [bad word]  n*ggas on that crack [bad word] 
Most n*ggas will clap quick, end up on your back split
Some n*ggas will 9 to 5, and never make a pack flip
Tryin' to get that cheese, some n*ggas end up on that rat [bad word] 
'Round here that's how you get sent into a back-flip
Nothin' else to be said, my n*ggas try and see bread
Tired of them stomach pains, n*ggas try and keep fed
Fillin' up your pipe veins, green for the weed-head
City full of pipe-dreams, believe me i been sold those
Heavy chronic habit, we gon' need the whole zone
I stay higher than the Ozone Layer
I'm from the Burgh, n*gga don't go there

HOOK - (Repeat X4)

VERSE 3 - (Wiz Khalifa)

I never backed [bad word] away, slacked for one day
Had somethin' on my chest, and held back what i wanna say
That's how i wasn't raised, manned up quicker
The young boy grew up into a stand up n*gga
F*ck you pay me, I demand them figures
I'm gettin' mine shorty, we young n*ggas on the rise, on the grind shorty Had enough of the lies, jealous n*ggas I despise, look in my eyes

HOOK - (Repeat X4)