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chinx (os) - levels lyrics

[intro]
it’s niko in your speakers

[verse]
in the ride with the rebels
baddest b+tch in the back of the rental
she wanna party and dance with the devil
get in the car with the metal
it’s mad how i was putting fish in the kettle
now i gotta bring out the heat with the kettle
two guns up like mark and denzel
prada runners, press on the pedal
pull up and show him, it’s levels
beef can’t die or settle
i been there live, numеrous times, man got fried
tapped it and touchеd man’s temple
lost that wap, that ‘matic was special
gotta buy more ‘cah hammer’s essential
i don’t wanna hear ’bout scam ’cause his tee got splashed in central, it’s mental
bath in petrol, burn my clothing after his wig got open
how many opps got cheffed and toasted?
if broski goes for his leg, i’ma smoke him
go in the glide, impulsive
i ain’t gonna say no word ’cause we ain’t gonna claim that works
spill man’s juice, let it pour in the curb
they’re scoring back, we’re scoring first
y2 felt that corn, got burnt
sy lacked, got caught, got burnt
blitz got burnt and zak got slapped
should’ve turned to a pack, but he still got burnt
broski shoved that shank in his shirt
man got wet up, now with pepper, talking about who got it the worst
let’s go, slide on a nerd
drive the bike, do the ++++
i was locked up, still flying them birds
i was in jail with a .9 in my cell that the govs couldn’t find in the search
early birds, still chase that worm
late nights, light these herbs
before i turn at, push packs in a sunday
i had intent to supply in the church
i had to get up and do it alone
i had to step up and do it for bro
i got poked and i was just letting it off ’cause you know i weren’t letting it go
luger .9s or .32 autos, hit man’s torso, woah
rise it, i’m rocking his boat, mask on tight and my hoodie on low
she want to boogie, but no, push this wood in her throat
the hammer’s live, i’m letting man know
i been outside, i’m good in the roads
put it in drive, push it and go
fry it, the cooker will blow
could’ve been me, could’ve been bro
we ain’t gotta talk, they know
no, we ain’t gotta talk, it shows
they’re talking loads and capping a lot
bring out the wap from the spot
don’t act like suttin you’re actually not
’cause the ‘matic will pop and your man will get got
pull up my pants if i land in the wok
on free flow, tryna get hands on an opp
i don’t give a toss if there’s cameras or not
i’ll ban for the block and stand on the dock
i was still trapping and jugging in prison
hmp, make racks in the system
i had to pattern the pack on the blue phone
knew full well that security’s listening
yo, what you listening?
put my man in a visit and make him bring it
ounce on a piff ting
had the whole house block just stinking
cruise and the window’s tinted
which one of you’s turn victim?
insert that blade, make a man get injured
l!ck that down, better boy gets lifted
ready, rise it, rinse it
walk with the longest pipe, i’m limping
man can’t swim, try dive, he’s sinking
don’t know what was he thinking, boop

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