[Intro]
I looked in the mirror today
And seen the realest n*gga I ever met in my life (hahaha)


[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
I done smoked weed where they said I can't

Got rich when they said I can't
Got high and got on the plane
And brought all my n*ggas when they said I can't

Went shopping places they said I can't
Bought some sh*t that they said I can't
Jumped on the road and did all them shows

Cause I was poppin' places they said I ain't
Went hard in places they said I can't
Promoters call and try and set up dates

Bought the car with that yellow paint
Go to parties now and they set up drinks
And it's first class so I'm private plane

Nudie jeans with my get up mane!
Rollin' papers and Mary J
I made eleven mill and I'm still the same


[Hook: Wiz Khalifa/Juicy J (x2)]
What's with all these n*ggas and they feelings, man?

All of this and I'm still the man
Thought of this when I was just a fan
But all this money wasn't in the plan

Now it's all about them Benjamins
Ballin' hard and you in the stands
All this money I'm a business man

Out of all these n*ggas I'm the realest man

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]

Out of all these n*ggas, they callin' me the realest
Started underneath the floor, now my money through the ceiling
Always staying on my grind, turned nothing to a million

Used to just tryna live, now a n*gga make a killin'
Gold Rollie on my arm, ten rings like a don
Cuban links in my chain, Zigzag on my charm

Champagne on ice, good weed in the jar
Everything Hermes, Chanel seats in the car
Well you all know; them f*ck n*ggas start hatin'

Talkin' bout what they gon' do but I'm waitin'
When you getting rich they doubt you
Shout out my gang and my brother Will cause I couldn't do this without you

For real!

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa/Juicy J (x2)]

What's with all these n*ggas and they feelings, man?
All of this and I'm still the man
Thought of this when I was just a fan

But all this money wasn't in the plan
Now it's all about them Benjamins
Ballin' hard and you in the stands

All this money I'm a business man
Out of all these n*ggas I'm the realest man


[Verse 3: Juicy J]
Eighteen racks I paid it though
To send them goons straight to ya door

To show you n*ggas what's real
And let you meet that .44
Run your mouth, you in the trunk

Glock to your head nowhere to run
Catch you n*ggas when you by yourself
We gon' hit you n*ggas with a hundred drums

Boat load no bad b*tch
Good drink I'm famished
Bank account outlandish

Big real estate sitting on land b*tch
N*ggas out there tryna test me
I put the AK where his chest be

Don't fight with hoes, don't fight with n*ggas
No security b*tch so don't test me
Double cup full I be sippin' up

Mob n*ggas man real criminals
If a n*gga find you they gon' hit ya up
With a Bin Laden chopper that'll split ya up
All these hoes be jockin' tryna get with us
They gon' swallow this nut, no spittin' up

Your n*ggas get murked, your n*ggas in jail
My team gettin' money stay full of drugs

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa/Juicy J (x2)]
What's with all these n*ggas and they feelings, man?

All of this and I'm still the man
Thought of this when I was just a fan
But all this money wasn't in the plan
Now it's all about them Benjamins
Ballin' hard and you in the stands

All this money I'm a business man
Out of all these n*ggas I'm the realest man