Meek Mill - Levels Lyrics
[Intro: Meek Mill]See it's brackets niggaThem hoes ain't *****ing you cuz you ain't in that bracket niggaLearn life, it's levels to this shit young boyAy O you feel me[Hook: Meek Mill]Lil nigga we don't rock the same clothes, ***** the same hoesCuz it's levels to this shitLil nigga we don't drive the same whips, we don't ***** the same chicksCuz it's levels to this shitLil nigga we don't get the same paper, you a mother*****in' haterBoy it's levels to this shitLil nigga cuz it's levels to this shitLil nigga cuz it's levels to this shitOh lord[Verse 1: Meek Mill]Cuz it's levels to this shit, levels to this shitCan't ***** my ho cuz it's levels to this *****And I be rocking prada like a devil in this *****And a Birkin bag like a gold medal to this *****And I'm heavy as it getShining like a mother*****in' bezel on my wristAll my niggas mobbing so we heavy in this *****30 grand for the Muller that's a Chevy on my wristCocaine, most saying, young nigga blowing up - Kurt CobainSkating on them like I'm Lil WayneAnd this 458 don't do the lil lane - vroomSwerve on 'em, niggas gotta nerve on 'emCuz I heard the feds got 'em and he had them birds on 'emBut a nigga back home and now niggas roll wit himCaught a case what you think, nigga *****ing told on 'emI ain't get my shit snatched yetYou ain't get your ***** back yetOne call, niggas aim that techBlood drawn, headshot nigga brains on stepHot shit if you pop shitAnd I don't want your opinion if you ain't got shitWe young niggas, we winning I pull up, drop shitMob shit, with more keys than a locksmith[Hook: Meek Mill][Verse 2: Meek Mill]Damn Tommy you ain't got no jobDC, we the mother*****in' mobYoung nigga getting straight to the moneyIn a range with your honey, I pull up like ahhI make them power moves with Jay and themThem boys shooting don't play with themMaybach, Rozay and themRolling down Collins call Rugs hit the A with themCompound niggas live nowIf it's the finals I'm balling like I'm LeBron nowI call up Odyssey tell them *****es to calm downI treat the jet like a taxi way the way I'm flying aroundAnd I don't ***** with no niggasIf they don't ***** with my niggasAnd I ain't *****ing no *****esIf they *****ing my niggas[Hook: Meek Mill][Verse 3: Meek Mill]One time for the real niggasTwo times for the bad *****esY'all suckas be cuffing hoesCuz y'all suckas never had *****esI hit the dealer bought another RollsThat's the reason why you mad niggaThat's the reason why you hating on meI love balling, my bad niggaCuz it's levels to this shitLevels to this shitCan't ***** my ho cuz it's levels to this *****Cuz it's levels to this *****And a Birkin bag like a gold medal to this *****Lord, lord, lord, lord, hold up[Hook: Meek Mill]
