Wiz Khalifa- The Statement (Track 5) w/ lyrics
[Wiz Khalifa] Yeah that’s it. Yeah! Uh. Where haven’t we….Uh. Know the planes and the, Taylor Gang and the…haha. Uh. [Verse 1] Fast cars with bad broads in ’em, I proceed to smoke these trees And stuff piles of cheese in my 501 denim, where they bullshit begins I end them And nope, I don’t hear these niggas trippin’ Closing the cabin door and reving up all my engines The weed is rolled, the drink is cold It’s new to you, to me it’s old CEO, these off brand niggas aint really the future, Ms. Cleo High when I approach, been known, to leave weed crumbs and trails of Sour D smoke The irony, of suckas who predicted the planes land and know they wanna fly with me I just let it boost my confidence, roll another joint, drop pilot shit. OK. [Chorus] This aint the life that we chose, but it’s the life that we living Know we belong on the top, but we aint trippin’. ‘Cause we’ll get there in a minute And we’ll get there in a minute, ’cause we’ll get in there in a minute Know we belong on the top but we aint trippin’. ‘Cause we’ll get there in a minute. [Verse 2] Ask me if I plan to be roof top chillin’ with some pretty ass women, you’d be glad to meet Trees stuffed in the passenger seat, charge it to my phone, ‘couple changes of clothes And the OG told me all haters expose they self, so it’s best to leave it alone Pop the cork, put the tree in the bone Been here for a minute you niggas just catchin’ on Master of the craft, I’ve grown Haters trail the path, I’ve flown It’s obvious …
