Lyrics:

(Yeeeaah)
I got the city on lock man, (uh-huh)
I don`t think I`m this crazy (It`s Mr. 412)
It`s how the people treat me you know, (I feel good)
It`s about that urge, so, (I feel great)
That`s why I call myself the Prince of the City
And that`s why we back, the second time man, (Yeeeaah)
There`s two of them, so, you already know (Money good)
Everything movin` (Haha)
Why would I be mad

(Yeeaaah)
Come and guess who bidd-ack, your favorite young kidd-ack
Niggas gon` hate but still the paper gon` stidd-ack
I live that, the live you little pricks wish to get at
Trynna get a name not the one to come spit at
They say I`m doin` my thing like no one ever did it
Actually made a name in this hatin` ass city
That`s why at every show you see me Pittsburgh Diddy
Hoppin` on the road I bring Pittsburgh with me
My Pittsburgh tat match my Pittsburgh fitted
I`m so oh so Pittsburgh if you don`t get it
My real niggas what up
Know a man never fall splat
If you down bounce back like a sit up
That money gotta get up, so why would I waste time
Get cake from my bars now so why would I waste lines
I`m like dark in the daytime
Something you can`t find
He young with a great mind

[Hook:]
I`m all about stackin` money (stackin` money), Blowin` it (Blowin` it)
Gettin` love (Gettin` love), showin` it (showin` it)
Got ray (Got ray), Roll it then (Roll it then)
Dead Presidents we foldin` them
Talkin` bout hustlin` (hustlin`), shinin` (shinin`)
Strugglin` (Strugglin`) grindin` (Yeah we grindin` man)
Don`t talk till you livin` it (livin` it)
Gettin` it (Gettin` it), Gettin` it (Gettin` it)

And everybody knidd-ow, the boy got flidd-ow
Might be alright but can`t fuck with Young Wizzle
Mr. 41, I`m Young Blow it by the idd-ow
I do work for your money Stuart Little
Rollin` back to back stay what`s up I`m actin little
Blunts of that ray got my eyes all little
You know how I get down
Middle finger up and that Pittsburgh shit down
Yeah, it`s going didd-own
Now he got `em all excited they recitin` what I spit out
Stone-cold hustler I`mma get mines nidd-ow
While y`all niggas sit out, doin what, I don`t know
I`m somewhere on the road and putting my next shit out
5 alarm blaze flame can`t be put out
Addicted to getting paid change can`t be without
Niggas try to switch into my lane then spin out
It`s all me from here out
No doubt

[Hook]