Levels

Lyrics

[Intro] Sheesh Shit, I guess that's me, huh? Uh I'm back on one of those, shit, So Cold I Do Em [Verse 1] Tell these niggas stop stressin' Man, that's a case closed I been 'round beef, fuck with me the long way Since niggas always snitchin', we gon' do this shit the hard way In elementary schools with Dracos in hallways (Low the Great) Grimy-ass shooter but his jeans by Balmain Investigate this scene, you gon' need some long tape Tell me what's wrong, why these rappers always fakin'? Actin' like I don't rap like this all day You want a fuckin' show? Then buy a ticket, nigga Hundred-fifty bands and I still had the stitches, nigga Big Bank Buddha but my shoes plain Christian And, c'mon, ten bands? I'm worth at least three-hundred K 'Cause that's what you gon' need to get me up out the way My momma always said, "Son, you worth more than that" And nigga, fuck an image, eighty sent there's more than rap A star that is me, a Heisman-league quarterback Get the job done or I'ma need my quarter back Chillin' at the condo with at least a quarter straps Mr. Fuckin' Mosely, yes, I drink more than average I know I got a problem, yes indeed, it's more than bad [Chorus] Little nigga, you know it's levels You might got a Rollie too, but mine just broke the bezel The police wanna get behind me but inside they know it's levels This heavy-duty rock 'n' roll I'm tradin' toolies with the devil (Shit, you don't wanna be on any) I know you wanna be me too, but then again, you know it's levels [Verse 2] Levels Lil' nigga, know it's levels Lyin'-ass nigga, knew your daddy was Geppetto If you want underneath me, then you need to get a shovel Guns N Roses, baby, how I'm kickin' heavy metal Get to stompin' in these Air Force Ones like I'm Nelly Throwin' bows like I'm Luda for my Big Bank Buddha piece Nine two one, it's not custom-made jewelry Diamond test a rapper, that fugazi-ass jewelry Bought twenty, thirty thousand off this shit is not new to me I'm really in the streets every day, you ain't foolin' me Pro Tools gangsters always actin' like they do this shit Come on, who really blow strips? My neck wearin' trophies Can't say what's in my wallet but my clip is wearin' blue tips Done popped so many pills, shit, it's startin' to make my head spin You wanna win a baby? Shit, then show me how that neck feel Police niggas wearin' walkie-talkies, [?] [Chorus] Little nigga, you know it's levels You might got a Rollie too, but my mine just broke the bezel The police wanna get behind me, but inside, they know it's levels This heavy-duty rock 'n' roll, I'm tradin' toolies with the devil (Shit) I know you wanna be me too, but then again, you know it's levels