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t.r.u. & worl – new levels new devils lyrics

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[intro: worl]
yeah
so, b-tch, i’ma give you my all and you still gon’ walk away?
man, i’m so sick of being around these fake -ss n-ggas (winners circle)
when we used to steal out the store, you went home, devil
it’s worl

[chorus: worl]
at the bottom looking up, the top feeling closer
remember the times we used to steal out krogers
can’t drive that phantom, boy, without the chauffeur
stayed down and i really showed ’em, yeah
new levels, new devils
rosary, new bezels
b-tch treat me like treasures
i never made you feel special
yeah, new levels, new devils
yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 1: worl]
tryna provide for my daughter and ‘dem (for my daughter and ‘dem)
these n-ggas fake, i see the flaw in them, yeah (i see the flaw in them)
straight shooter with that raw and ‘dem, woo (with that raw and ‘dem)
amiri jeans, i got them blues in here, yeah (i got them blues in here)
it’s blood in my eyes (blood), i can barely see (i can barely see)
n-gga, look me in my face when you greet a g (when you see a g)
packs on back street (yeah), backend count last week (no cap)
i’m a hustler for real, no c-ssidy (no c-ssidy)

[pre-chorus: worl]
them n-ggas tried you like a b-tch, the audacity (the audacity)
no cap, on 808s, i give y’all half of me (i give you half of me)
i drop the top in my lane, ain’t no p-ssin’ me (yeah, yeah)

[chorus: worl]
at the bottom looking up, the top feeling closer
remember the times we used to steal out krogers
can’t drive that phantom, boy, without the chauffeur
stayed down and i really showed ’em, yeah
new levels, new devils
rosary, new bezels
b-tch treat me like treasures
i never made you feel special
yeah, new levels, new devils
yeah, yeah, yeah

[verse 2: worl]
you know me, certified, n-gga, all i slang is crack (crack)
doors off the jeep, me and skinny on the ave (skinny)
went back to the 3 (woah), yeah, we k!ll a rat (4 seasons)
i’ma feed the whole 4 with this rap, that’s a fact (yeah)
free my homeboy crack, got glock c-cked in the back (nah)
put 4 seasons on my back, that sh-t you talk all cap (cap)
might just pop at your cap, i’m talkin’ letter with the caps (cap)
ratchet ho with me lookin’ like b.a.p.s. (no cap), okay (no cap)

[pre-chorus: worl]
them n-ggas tried you like a b-tch, the audacity
no cap, on 808s, i give y’all half of me
i drop the top in my lane, ain’t no p-ssin’ me (yeah, yeah)

[chorus: worl]
at the bottom looking up, the top feeling closer
remember the times we used to steal out krogers
can’t drive that phantom, boy, without the chauffeur
stayed down and i really showed ’em, yeah
new levels, new devils
rosary, new bezels
b-tch treat me like treasures
i never made you feel special
yeah, new levels, new devils
yeah, yeah, yeah



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