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o-town spitters - levels lyrics

produced by to beatz

[verse one: clip]
i ain’t rocking cheap clothes
i ain’t using cheat codes
but i’m on the highest level of this
we on two seperate roads, and i’m basking in the lime light
on sierra level of this mist
stepping up my level it’s about to get messy
we don’t swing the same way, i’m a righty you a lefty
and i got so many bars, n-ggas probably gon’ arrest me
4.0 gpa but you probably shouldn’t test me
not like a lil’ n-gga finna go and rest me
eat so many rappers you can’t call me anorexic
man your rhymes so dry n-gga sounds like you from texas
you a thirsty n-gga, i can hear your voice is getting scratchy
victoria secret level this flow getting s-xy
and my level so strong man and i ain’t even flexing
wanna make things right, gotta do it by yourself
call the rap game mine, it’s an independent build
you looking up at my level cause you’re on a lower field
got that unknown flow, you can call it covert sk!ll
real n-ggas don’t talk, they just murder all the pr-cks
there’s a limit to the bs and you just met it
been a while since i spit, cause there’s levels to tha clip
since 2011 i went mental lunatic
ballin’ on my magic level like i’m on my home team
and i’m bout to p-ss the ball, stunna show ’em how it be

n-gga

[verse two: p-stunna]
2013 by this time i got levels
three years deep and i’m still just a pebble
in this mountain that we call the rap game
spittin like a fountain and i’m full of loose change
ideas that ain’t come to fruition
school of hard knocks i done paid my tuition
you don’t understand my rhymes cause there’s levels to the sh-t
i don’t really got time to be bustin from the hip
so if you talkin sh-t
just suck upon this d-ck
can’t say i ever toted a pistol
can’t say i graced the cover of the latest issue
of a magazine
so stop naggin me
bout things like this fame, that i don’t got
no luxery when you sleepin on a hard cot
that right there is puttin in work
i’m tired, that’s why i’m actin like a jerk
i don’t understand how you claim you’re so ill
error 404 i cannot find your sk!ll
all over the beat
with two left feet
cause my rhyme scheme
ain’t typical of this regime
got them magnum condoms cause there’s levels to the d-ck
my flame will never burn out cause there’s levels to the wic
with a mic in my hand achieve incredible feats
bring you to the afterlife, fight angel on the beats

- o town spitters lyrics

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