[Intro: Meek Mill]
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See it’s brackets, nigga
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Them hoes ain’t fucking you
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‘Cause you ain’t in that bracket, nigga
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Learn life, it’s levels to this shit, young boy
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Aye yo, you feel me?
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[Hook: Meek Mill]
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Lil’ nigga, we don’t rock the same clothes
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Fuck the same hoes
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‘Cause it’s levels to this shit
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Lil’ nigga, we don’t drive the same whips
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We don’t fuck the same chicks
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‘Cause it’s levels to this shit
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Lil’ nigga, we don’t get the same paper
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You a motherfuckin’ hater
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Boy, it’s levels to this shit
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Lil’ nigga, ’cause it’s levels to this shit
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Lil’ nigga ’cause it’s levels to this shit
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Oh lord…
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[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
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‘Cause it’s levels to this shit, levels to this shit
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Can’t fuck my hoe ’cause its levels to this bitch
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And I be rockin’ Prada like a devil in this bitch
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And a Birkin bag like a gold medal to this bitch
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And I’m heavy as it get
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Shinin’ like a motherfuckin’ bezel on my wrist
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All my niggas mobbin’ so we heavy in this bitch
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30 grand for the Muller that’s a Chevy on my wrist
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Cocaine, most saying, young nigga blowin’ up ? Kurt Cobain
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Skatin’ on ‘em like I’m Lil’ Wayne
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And this 458 don’t do the lil’ lane ? “vroom!”
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Swerve on ‘em, niggas got a nerve on ‘em
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‘Cause I heard the Feds got him and he had them birds on him
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But a nigga back home and now niggas roll with him
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Caught a case, what you think? Nigga fuckin’ told on ‘em
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I ain’t get my shit snatched yet
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You ain’t get your bitch back yet
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One call, niggas aim that TEK
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Blood drawn, headshot, nigga, brains on step
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Hot shit if you pop shit
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And I don’t want your opinion if you ain’t got shit
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We young niggas, we winning, I pull up, drop shit
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Mob shit, with more keys than a locksmith
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[Hook: Meek Mill]
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[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
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Damn, Tommy, you ain’t got no job
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DC, we the motherfuckin’ mob
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Young nigga gettin’ straight to the money
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In a Range with your honey, I pull up like “ah!”
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I make them power moves with Jay and ‘em
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Them boys shootin’, don’t play with ‘em
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Maybach, Rozay and ‘em
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Rollin’ down Collins, call Rugs, hit the A with ‘em
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Compound niggas live now
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If it’s the Finals I’m ballin’ like I’m LeBron now
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I call up Auda tell them bitches to calm down
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I treat the jet like a taxi way the way I’m flyin’ around
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And I don’t fuck with no niggas
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If they don’t fuck with my niggas
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And I ain’t fuckin’ no bitches
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If they fuckin’ my niggas
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[Hook: Meek Mill]
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[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
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One time for the real niggas
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Two times for the bad bitches
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Y’all suckas be cuffin’ hoes
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‘Cause y’all suckas never had bitches
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I hit the dealer bought another Rolls
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That’s the reason why you mad, nigga
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That’s the reason why you hatin’ on me
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I love ballin’, my bad, nigga
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‘Cause its levels to this shit
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Levels to this shit
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Can’t fuck my hoe ’cause it’s levels to this bitch
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‘Cause it’s levels to this bitch
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And a Birkin bag like a gold medal to this bitch
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Lord, lord, lord, lord, hold up!
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[Hook: Meek Mill]
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Levels
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| Meek Mill |
