Grammy Family Freestyle

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Homie, say word
It's young Khalifa the prince of Pittsburgh
Gotchu niggas trippin on how I can spit words
Rappin to make a livin‚ don't have to go flip birds
Sick of them cats wantin to battle to get heard
Bring it in my direction and check it you get served
Givin them cats lessons so get learned
Sick flow‚ use no protection and get burned
From the Burgh‚ where anything give is to get earned
Got my hands on the gear
And I'm steerin the grip firm
When your mans beginning to get nervous
We the niggas who's next when they switch terms
Cruise like a jet when I'm lettin the spliff burn
On the rise so niggas try hopin they can watch him
Why so many try knowin they can't knock him
If not I told you before homie we major
I'm trying to tell you the Burgh we get it poppin
412 in the spot, I got stocked in
Not to mention I'm gettin this damn tease
My record playin, the haters sayin it can't be
But I ain't even trippin on niggas
The family will stomp a nigga out
Just as quick as stampede
In the ill city the steel quick with the [?]
We don't even need to shoot
You fruits get hand squeezed
And we keep winnin you can't see
This shit is illin up from the city of champions
Travelin far places just to see your man sing
How I got em in the club‚ doin the damn thing
Pourin Henny in the cup, and 2 in the champagne
Puttin trees in the dutch, blowin the damn green
Me and Kev stay higher than airplanes
Still rollin up back to back like freight trains
Far as rap go‚ my nigga we killin em, 'ya mean?
Two niggas you can't be
Homie if you don't understand me
Cut to the show and see how the fans scream, like

[Verse 2: Kev Da Hustla]
Too many niggas tellin givin names to feds
The same niggas pass years aimed at Kev
But I maintain movin I came off the edge
Until they take the dreams of my brother like goddamn
My music stretchin now I'm receiving some new fans
But I'm still in the hood
Youngin' like food stamps
Who the fuck is you, fam?
They gassed you, I'm ether
I got a [?], if you want it for young Khalifa
FBI tape and I switched it up to the beeper
And shit shorty, if she a 10, she a keeper
It's deep boy, I handle my ways
I'm tryna watch fight front row, Mandalay Bay
Cause round here they ransom ya mentally pay
Probably won't find you till like 34 days
Body fucked up, pieces in 34 ways
They see my feet like damn he's killin them jays
Same through post stunt, and I kill them with plays
And my boot deuce pound, same as my age
It sound like two loose animals outta the cage
Shoot first and knock them rubberbands right off your braids
Don't get played, youngin I get paid
Shorty you ain't fly, don't tryn get sprayed
The watch cold just like the insides of A's
While you niggas still trickin with bitches to get laid
You should get saved, and church is the best way
Cause you just a chicken like churches in KFC
And can't see, I'm somethin you can't be
Tracks I can rap forever like camry's
You can't breathe, stuck and you can't leave
And if you lookin for me
I'm right where them grams be