See it’s brackets, nigga
Them hoes ain’t fucking you
‘Cause you ain’t in that bracket, nigga
Learn life, it’s levels to this shit, young boy
Aye yo, you feel me?
Lil’ nigga, we don’t rock the same clothes
Fuck the same hoes
‘Cause it’s levels to this shit
Lil’ nigga, we don’t drive the same whips
We don’t fuck the same chicks
‘Cause it’s levels to this shit
Lil’ nigga, we don’t get the same paper
You a motherfuckin’ hater
Boy, it’s levels to this shit
Lil’ nigga, ’cause it’s levels to this shit
Lil’ nigga ’cause it’s levels to this shit
Oh lord…
‘Cause it’s levels to this shit, levels to this shit
Can’t fuck my hoe ’cause its levels to this bitch
And I be rockin’ Prada like a devil in this bitch
And a Birkin bag like a gold medal to this bitch
And I’m heavy as it get
Shinin’ like a motherfuckin’ bezel on my wrist
All my niggas mobbin’ so we heavy in this bitch
30 grand for the Muller that’s a Chevy on my wrist
Cocaine, most saying, young nigga blowin’ up – Kurt Cobain
Skatin’ on ‘em like I’m Lil’ Wayne
And this 458 don’t do the lil’ lane – “vroom!”
Swerve on ‘em, niggas got a nerve on ‘em
‘Cause I heard the Feds got him and he had them birds on him
But a nigga back home and now niggas roll with him
Caught a case, what you think? Nigga fuckin’ told on ‘em
I ain’t get my shit snatched yet
You ain’t get your bitch back yet
One call, niggas aim that TEK
Blood drawn, headshot, nigga, brains on step
Hot shit if you pop shit
And I don’t want your opinion if you ain’t got shit
We young niggas, we winning, I pull up, drop shit
Mob shit, with more keys than a locksmith
Lil’ nigga, we don’t rock the same clothes
Fuck the same hoes
‘Cause it’s levels to this shit
Lil’ nigga, we don’t drive the same whips
We don’t fuck the same chicks
‘Cause it’s levels to this shit
Lil’ nigga, we don’t get the same paper
You a motherfuckin’ hater
Boy, it’s levels to this shit
Lil’ nigga, ’cause it’s levels to this shit
Lil’ nigga ’cause it’s levels to this shit
Oh lord…
Damn, Tommy, you ain’t got no job
DC, we the motherfuckin’ mob
Young nigga gettin’ straight to the money
In a Range with your honey, I pull up like “ah!”
I make them power moves with Jay and ‘em
Them boys shootin’, don’t play with ‘em
Maybach, Rozay and ‘em
Rollin’ down Collins, call Rugs, hit the A with ‘em
Compound niggas live now
If it’s the Finals I’m ballin’ like I’m LeBron now
I call up Auda tell them bitches to calm down
I treat the jet like a taxi way the way I’m flyin’ around
And I don’t fuck with no niggas
If they don’t fuck with my niggas
And I ain’t fuckin’ no bitches
If they fuckin’ my niggas
Lil’ nigga, we don’t rock the same clothes
Fuck the same hoes
‘Cause it’s levels to this shit
Lil’ nigga, we don’t drive the same whips
We don’t fuck the same chicks
‘Cause it’s levels to this shit
Lil’ nigga, we don’t get the same paper
You a motherfuckin’ hater
Boy, it’s levels to this shit
Lil’ nigga, ’cause it’s levels to this shit
Lil’ nigga ’cause it’s levels to this shit
Oh lord…
One time for the real niggas
Two times for the bad bitches
Y’all suckas be cuffin’ hoes
‘Cause y’all suckas never had bitches
I hit the dealer bought another Rolls
That’s the reason why you mad, nigga
That’s the reason why you hatin’ on me
I love ballin’, my bad, nigga
‘Cause its levels to this shit
Levels to this shit
Can’t fuck my hoe ’cause it’s levels to this bitch
‘Cause it’s levels to this bitch
And a Birkin bag like a gold medal to this bitch
Lord, lord, lord, lord, hold up!
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