Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Another Level, artist - J Stone. Date of issue: 05.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Another Level |
| Uh, chip on my shoulder big enough to crack Oprah |
| I’m a mack, I incorporate that to stack mo' bucks |
| All Money In, no money out to stack mo' up |
| Game back, sewed up, off of rap I’ma blow up |
| Picture me rollin', Maybachs or in a Rover |
| In the back smokin' Backwoods contactin' my chauffeur |
| Contact that nigga Hova |
| I don’t want a contract, just wanna press play on 'em |
| I was sittin' in a cell like, «One day I’ll be a owner» |
| We gon' start it from the trunk and we gon' get up off this corner |
| Fuck believin' luck, I grabbed a mic and went on one |
| Let’s all get right, I got the flight, nigga, roll up |
| Marathon OG, that’s my smoke habit |
| Tiny Loc Supreme, that’s my Loc status |
| Niggas famous but they pockets be on broke status |
| Killin' these rappers off, I’m pretty dope at it |
| I’m on a whole 'nother level tryna stay up |
| Hate to say I lost a lot of niggas on the way up |
| Never turnt down, I’ma always keep straight up |
| Can’t forget the hood and the niggas it done made up |
| I done went through hell with my niggas, I got my weight up |
| And we gon' have some problems if problems can separate us |
| And I ain’t never fold for them niggas, they never fade us |
| And when I see my mama, she happy that I done made it on my own, on my own |
| I got a whole different strategy |
| I serve a nigga if he ever try to battle me |
| I write my own checks, y’all niggas on a salary |
| I write my own raps, ghostwritin', that’s wack to me |
| Twenty-five, a life, no brakes ain’t no match for me |
| I’m all gas 'til somebody light a match for me |
| That’s that fire, nigga |
| I don’t get tired, nigga |
| No, I won’t retire, nigga, get used to me |
| Got me feelin' like the man now |
| But before I came up, I had to stand down |
| Last year you was a hater, you a fan now |
| The day I manned up it was man down, hands down |
| No handouts was the man route |
| No overnight success, my nigga, this shit was planned out |
| From sittin' in a cell, wanted level four |
| I been on another level, bro |
| I’m on a whole 'nother level tryna stay up |
| Hate to say I lost a lot of niggas on the way up |
| Never turnt down, I’ma always keep straight up |
| Can’t forget the hood and the niggas it done made up |
| I done went through hell with my niggas, I got my weight up |
| And we gon' have some problems if problems can separate us |
| And I ain’t never fold for them niggas, they never fade us |
| And when I see my mama, she happy that I done made it on my own, on my own |
| I’m on a whole 'nother level |
| Just bought another Rollie, 'bout to ice out the bezel |
| This is God’s plan, had to wipe out some devils |
| Fuck one million, man, I’m tryna have several |
| All gas, no brakes, full-throttle on the pedal |
| I been runnin' laps like I’m tryna win a medal |
| I could take it back on the block sellin' pebbles |
| Name shoulda been Flintstone, ran base, no treble |
| I’m on a whole 'nother level, I’m on a whole 'nother level |
| I’m on a whole 'nother level, on a whole 'nother level |
| I always want more, I never settle |
| And fuck the middleman and them labels that’s embezzlin' |
| Marathon OG, that’s my smoke habit |
| Tiny Loc Supreme, I’m on Loc status |
| Niggas famous but they pockets be on broke status |
| Killin' these rappers off, I’m pretty dope at it |