Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song God Level, artist - Fred The Godson. Date of issue: 14.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
God Level |
| Uh. uh huh |
| (My boy Smitty) |
| Uh huh, Smitty, what up? |
| It’s GORRRDO! |
| From the streets, I grew up here (BX) |
| The sewer here, my souvenir (Right) |
| Y’all puttin' up fake fronts, two veneers (Woo!) |
| So much water in the room, I wear scuba gear |
| What, Puba here? Y’all actin' Brand Nubian (Woo!) |
| Like y’all know the groove he in |
| Restaurant Peruvian (Right) |
| Diabetic and I’m still in them suites, you know the room he in |
| The 'caine came, the (?) (what else?) |
| Then came the rings (what else?), then the chain it blings (what else?) |
| In the Range, it swings around the strip to the chamber sing |
| Before Netflix, I seen Stranger Things |
| From the Bronx, the jewels come with hatred (Right) |
| And the word opportunist is an understatement (Uh huh) |
| Cut the brick, we gon' do it, let the 'caine flip |
| No matter the weather, it snowed at the arraignment (Get it?) |
| If you need blow, I’ll make arrangements |
| Just need to know just how much dough you came with (That's all) |
| And what the cost of the base is |
| And then poof, we off to the races |
| When the street lights come on |
| That’s when my mic come on |
| You listen to the radio hopin' I might come on |
| Aight, come on |
| They want that God level |
| I know they want that God level |
| Uh, they wanna see that God level |
| Y’all can’t break me |
| I drop knowledge |
| Then I write how y’all hate on my jewels, and frankly (Woo!) |
| I never cared what they rank me |
| Birth they verses, never cared if they thank me |
| Huh, I did it for the culture |
| Wishin' one day I could spit it in (?) |
| Side bitch on the sofa, we arrived in a Rover |
| If you know me then you know I don’t drive, that’s not my chauffeur |
| That’s my family |
| They’ll also put the infrared ray on ya brother, turn you to Brandy |
| TBM, the brand, B |
| I ain’t like with the pen that had me fightin' with kin, I’m Zangief |
| It’s all love at the end of the day (Right) |
| That’s ya wife, believe whatever she say (Believe it) |
| Just keep ignorin' the fact |
| But one day she’ll get caught in the act |
| Huh, back to me I’m just recordin' these raps (Right) |
| Author of the hood, just reportin' the facts (That's all) |
| My lines light like a candle, then I’m drippin' on wax |
| Somebody tell the hood that I’m back, God |
| When the street lights come on |
| That’s when my mic come on |
| You listen to the radio hopin' I might come on |
| Aight, come on |
| They want that God level |
| I know they want that God level |
| They wanna see that God level |