Lyrics Confidence Level - Kur, Meek Mill

Confidence Level

I always knew that the tables would turn, now look at these bitches,\nthey tryna interact\nIt be your homies that count what you earn, it’s too many times I got stabbed\nin the back (Yeah)\nToo many times I done slipped through the crack\nToo many times I was tellin' my bro, «Man, fuck that bitch,» but I doubled back\n(Come on)\nI’m in the Gallery, trucker the hat (Yeah)\nLook at my salary, I’m touchin' that\nAin’t no apologies, I’m in my act (Let's go, kid)\nI’m rollin' up tree and I’m tryna relax (Come on)\nI’m tellin' Ave everything that I’m goin' through, he like, «Just put it on wax»\n(Real talk)\nIt’s kinda hard to believe that these niggas ain’t love me and it was an act\n(Okay)\nIt ain’t hard to believe that these bitches is fuckin' and it’s for a bag (Okay,\nokay)\nWhy do these rappers keep copyin' Kur? I see 'em, they stealin' the swag (Ew)\nI took one, then took a few more, when really, I should’ve took half (Too shy)\nDeep down, I know she a whore, but when she with me, she act like she got class\n(A thot)\nWhen I fuck her, she yell out, «Shakur,» she like, «Man, you dickin' me down\npretty bad» (Okay)\nHigh off the shrooms, I’m feelin' too good, and I put my tongue in her ass\n(Real talk)\nHow many bodies she got? I’m never gon' know 'cause I’m never gon' ask (Okay)\nIf you in Philly and you touchin' paper, them niggas gon' sit on your ass (I\nsee you)\nYou wanna make an example out niggas, but don’t wanna go out and crash (Ah)\nI’m seein' these niggas, they goin' out sad (Okay)\nOver texts, she was sayin' she shy, but when she got with me, I fucked her,\nI tagged (Damn)\nI had to Louis my jacket, I hopped on a jet, it all happened so fast (Damn)\nSummertime, I’m pullin' up in a Maybach, I did this for all, you can ask (Okay)\nIf it’s goin' through me, I’ma put on my tax (Real talk, though)\nI really show niggas love, I really gave everything I ever had (Damn)\nTo the riches, I came from the rags (Goddamn)\nI’m eatin' bitches, I told her to pull up at Wawa, I’ll get her some gas (You\nhard)\nI’m never trippin', I told her to shut the fuck up, I’ma cover the tag (What?)\nLook at the niggas I passed (Come on)\nLook at the chain, it was glass (Damn)\nThis shit ain’t a thing, do the math (Real talk)\nI’m off these trinities, rollin' a three-point-five, I’m 'bout to blast\nUh, take off, I’m on they ass (Take off)\nNiggas been goin' out sad (Sad)\nActin' real tough, when PPP went broke, we ain’t givin' no pass (They broke)\nNiggas can’t even ride past, head-tap, head-tap, make 'em crash (Brrt)\nThey say, «Why you be rappin' 'bout violence?» They killed my homies too fast\n(Too fast)\nNiggas be hatin' on me, put an M on the 'Gram like, «Are you mad?» (Are you?)\nHe wanna beef with a bitch, he gon' die when he find out all us tagged (All us)\nI got two Maybachs with a chauffeur, still call her a cab (A cab)\nWalkin' on shit, me and Kur, but I been hot since George been high (No cap)\nHe told, he know he did bad (He told)\nHe bold, he know he a rat (He bold)\nMy youngin a rider, he slide on them opps and you know I’ma throw him a 'Cat\n(Skrrt)\nBeen watchin' the way I been fuckin' on women, these hoes might overreact (They\nwill)\nThe bros gon' overreact, from Philly, you play me, you know I’ll be back (You\nknow this)\nI push a Rolls-Royce every time I’m in the hood, you know where I’m at (You\nknow this)\nNiggas can’t even walk down my block, no shiesty, start blowin' it back (Blow\nit)\nI was just blowin' her back, top floor at the penthouse, throwin' it back\n(Throwin' it)\nAnd I can’t even bring broski to the white party, 'cause he tryna trap\nLast week, I was just in a Lam' truck, man, this everything I’m 'bout to have\n(Come on)\nNiggas got picks like a draft (What?)\nI’m movin' swift like I’m Danny Garcia, but, nigga, I ain’t throwin' jabs (Come\non)\nThese hoes get around, I ain’t mad (What?)\nI held niggas down, I ain’t brag (What?)\nI held my sis down with the pack (Let's go)\nAin’t even send me a text on my birthday, I can’t lie, that shit had me sad\n(What else?)\nI’m movin' on from it, my heart, it was broken to pieces like it was some glass\n(Goddamn)\nSRT, I’ma drag (Come on)\nTrackhawk too for my mans (I see you)\n79 back with a plan (Let's go)\n79 trapped out the van (Come on)\n79 had to go through all them hardships, he got through 'em, never complained\n(Okay)\nAnd I ain’t turn my back on the gang (Come on)\nAnd I’m back with this crack, I’ma slang (Yeah)\nIf I’m goin' out and it ain’t a ratchet around, I ain’t wearin' my chain (Real\ntalk)\nI might need to clear up some things\nI looked in the mirror, I changed (Come on)\nI’m reppin' Mount Airy, and that never changed, from rags to riches,\nI came (Okay)\nNever trippin' 'bout none of them niggas she fuckin' with, 'cause I know all of\n'em lame (Yeah, yeah)\nThis DC shit is insane (Come on)\nWe in the suite, we eatin' like kings, I’m never gon' go 'gainst the grain (Ayy,\nreal talk)\nWhy niggas burnin' they bridges, then wanna cop out when they burnin' in flames?\n(Come on)\nI stay to myself and I’m mindin' my business, so, nigga, don’t bring up my name\n(Yeah)\nNone of these hoes get claimed (Let's go, kid)\nI’m from Vernon Road, but I made it out 'cause people started feelin' my pain\n(Real talk)\nThis feeling I got, I can’t explain (Come on)\nSummertime, I’m pullin' up in the uh, summertime, I’m pullin' up in the Range\n(You already know what it is, Young 79)