Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Levels, artist - Meek Mill.
Date of issue: 01.07.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Levels |
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 |
Ay O 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 ho cause it’s levels to this bitch |
And I be rocking 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 |
Shining like a motherfuckin' bezel on my wrist |
All my niggas mobbing so we heavy in this bitch |
30 grand for the Muller that’s a Chevy on my wrist |
Cocaine, most saying, young nigga blowing up — Kurt Cobain |
Skating on them like I’m Lil Wayne |
And this 458 don’t do the lil lane — vroom |
Swerve on 'em, niggas gotta nerve on 'em |
Cause I heard the feds got 'em and he had them birds on 'em |
But a nigga back home and now niggas roll with him |
Caught a case what you think, nigga fucking told on 'em |
I ain’t get my shit snatched yet |
You ain’t get your bitch back yet |
One call, niggas aim that tech |
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 |
Damn Tommy you ain’t got no job |
DC, we the motherfuckin' mob |
Young nigga getting straight to the money |
In a range with your honey, I pull up like ahh |
I make them power moves with Jay and them |
Them boys shooting don’t play with them |
Maybach, Rozay and them |
Rolling down Collins call Rugs hit the A with them |
Compound niggas live now |
If it’s the finals I’m balling like I’m LeBron now |
I call up Odyssey tell them bitches to calm down |
I treat the jet like a taxi way the way I’m flying around |
And I don’t fuck with no niggas |
If they don’t fuck with my niggas |
And I ain’t fucking no bitches |
If they fucking my niggas |
One time for the real niggas |
Two times for the bad bitches |
Y’all suckas be cuffing 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 hating on me |
I love balling, my bad nigga |
Cause it’s levels to this shit |
Levels to this shit |
Can’t fuck my ho 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 |