meek mill - levels (remix) lyrics
[intro: meek mill]
see, it’s brackets, n-gga
them hoes ain’t f-ckin’ you
‘cause you ain’t in that bracket, n-gga
learn life, it’s levels to this sh-t, young boy
aye, o, you feel me?
[hook: meek mill]
lil n-gga, we don’t rock the same clothes
f-ck the same hoes, ‘cause it’s levels to this sh-t
lil n-gga, we don’t drive the same whips
we don’t f-ck the same chicks, ‘cause it’s levels to this sh-t
lil n-gga, we don’t get the same paper
you a motherf-ckin’ hater, boy, it’s levels to this sh-t
lil n-gga, ‘cause it’s levels to this sh-t
lil n-gga, ‘cause it’s levels to this sh-t—oh lord!
[verse 1: meek mill]
‘cause it’s levels to this sh-t, levels to this sh-t
can’t f-ck my ho, ‘cause it’s levels to this b-tch
and i be rockin’ prada like a devil in this b-tch
and a birkin bag like a gold medal to this b-tch
and i’m heavy as it get
shinin’ like a motherf-ckin’ bezel on my wrist
all my n-ggas mobbin’ so we heavy in this b-tch
30 grand for the muller, that’s a chevy on my wrist
woo! cocaine mulsanne
young n-gga blowin’ up; kurt cobain—boom!
skatin’ on them like i’m lil wayne
and this 458 don’t do the lil lane—vroom!
swerve on ’em, n-ggas gotta nerve on ’em
‘cause i heard the feds got him and he had them birds on him
but a n-gga back home and now n-ggas roll with him
caught a case, what you think? n-gga f-ckin’ told on him
i ain’t get my sh-t sn-tched yet
you ain’t get your b-tch back yet
one call, n-ggas aim that tec
blood drawn, headshot, n-gga brains on step
hot sh-t if you pop sh-t
and i don’t want your opinion if you ain’t got sh-t
we young n-ggas, we winnin’, i pull up, drop sh-t
mob sh-t, with more keys than a locksmith
[hook: meek mill & puff daddy]
lil n-gga, we don’t rock the same clothes
f-ck the same hoes, ‘cause it’s levels to this sh-t
lil n-gga, we don’t drive the same whips
we don’t f-ck the same chicks, ‘cause it’s levels to this sh-t
lil n-gga, we don’t get the same paper
you a motherf-ckin’ hater, boy, it’s levels to this sh-t (yo, meek)
lil n-gga, ‘cause it’s levels to this sh-t (aye, yo, meek, let me talk to these n-ggas man)
lil n-gga, ‘cause it’s levels to this sh-t—oh lord!
[verse 2: puff daddy]
yeah, take that, take that
one-point-two matte-black maybach
y’all n-ggas burnt out, racetrack
bad boy, n-gga, f-ck around, bring mase back
y’all n-ggas hate that, come and get rocky like a$ap
she poppin’ on the molly, she chase that
red dot, blue dot, here ho, drink that
what up?
half a milly in the bank
afford a jet, spend a [?] in the tank
you lil’ n-ggas couldn’t last in this ring
ayy, yo, n-gga, i just bought me a bank
’cause there’s levels to this sh-t
motherf-cker, there’s some levels to this sh-t
we talkin’ money, i’m a veteran at this
bad boy, rich n-ggas, we so heavy in this b-tch
[hook: meek mill & french montana]
lil n-gga, we don’t rock the same clothes
f-ck the same hoes, ‘cause it’s levels to this sh-t
lil n-gga, we don’t drive the same whips
we don’t f-ck the same chicks, ‘cause it’s levels to this sh-t
lil n-gga, we don’t get the same paper
you a motherf-ckin’ hater, boy, it’s levels to this sh-t
lil n-gga, ‘cause it’s levels to this sh-t
lil n-gga, ‘cause it’s levels to this sh-t (hah, montana) — oh lord!
[verse 3: french montana]
when he talk about drums, have you met him with the sh-t?
talk about climbing four levels with this sh-t
your watch ain’t even worth bezel on my sh-t
two lumps on her -ss, lookin’ camel with this sh-t (hah)
talk about the game, sl!ck rick with the chains
tim duckin’ in the [?], [?] davis with the aim (blah)
hit n-ggas, paramedics zip n-ggas
who you thought was real, n-gga?
in the line of pickin’ n-ggas
started from the bottom, now we high on the hill
started from a dollar, now them n-ggas makin’ mills
philly with the eagle with my n-gga, meek mill
high like the beatles on the perc, on the pills (hah)
we don’t f-ck with no b-tch (hah)
been f-ckin’ your b-tch
we don’t f-ck with no n-gga (hah)
they don’t f-ck with my n-ggas
[hook: meek mill]
lil n-gga, we don’t rock the same clothes
f-ck the same hoes, ‘cause it’s levels to this sh-t
lil n-gga, we don’t drive the same whips
we don’t f-ck the same chicks, ‘cause it’s levels to this sh-t
lil n-gga, we don’t get the same paper
you a motherf-ckin’ hater, boy, it’s levels to this sh-t
lil n-gga, ‘cause it’s levels to this sh-t
lil n-gga, ‘cause it’s levels to this sh-t—oh lord!
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