Prince Of The City lyrics

[Verse]
If you a rat or you a snitch
You shouldn’t listen to this
If you ain't talking Pittsburgh
If you ain't mention the prince
I'm sick with the spit
You p*ssed I get chips for this sh*t
This for my homies that be OT, whip full of bricks
I'm on another level, dudes gotta catch up to my ride
I'm ahead of my time
I'm a threat to you guys, why?
I’m still a student, yet I'm fluent with my rhymes
Still that best of that good sh*t, professional hood sh*t
Bill Gates cake, I won't settle for hood rich
I’m fresh cause we don't sound like that other bullsh*t
My team hustle, no days off
And weigh so much salt
That you might have to take a snow day off
You ain't coming close to mine, if the cops bring a snitch about you
Me on my worst day is what you pricks amount to
Talk slick like the life we can't get about you
And have dirt on you like I have some sh*t about you
See Wiz Khalifa’s like a teacher I could show you to
A spliff of reefer got me somewhere high up in the mountains
You claim to be S-T-A-R-S
But like you're under 21 you can't f*ck with my bars
Ask about me the streets think im the youngest in charge
Pimp too, leave the club with a truck full of broads
And if its on then im crushing them all
You n*ggas prolly right
When you say that I ain't f*ckin with y'all, dogg
I’m on a paper chase, moving unit state to state
So I let the haters hate, got about a cake to make
Money on the mind, moving at a greater pace
Hungry on the grind and I ain't eating of a paper plate
I need the finer things, came up on the rhyming game
Now they listening, take his picture in them designer frames
And they come with success some n*ggas gotta hate
I see you playin with me, its different, its not a game
I’m moving heavy in the trenches
Best flow, back door
When I knock any n*gga senseless
I don't do much, smoke about a blunt or two or three
Gonna take more than a few bars to get through to me