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your boy for life - level 11 lyrics

your boy for life
“level 11”

you ain’t on my level but i wish you well
keep on counting pennies by the wishing well

[verse 1]

this that sh-t that you can’t last with
that leather glove and mask sh-t, the type to get your -ss-kicked
cl1ck clack bam sh-t, sh-t that you can’t last with
that never love and dap sh-t, the type to get you bat-sh-t
so act quick, i’m back b-tch
b-tch you must be catfish, why do you got that mac for?
i’m creeping through your back door to blast sh-t
i’m that kid, that kid from the dance floor
that corner block and crack flow, the one you wouldn’t dance with
kick back rap quick, b-tch i rep that queens sh-t
loaded ar-15 clip with that lyrical machine spit
i back flip attack sh-t, smoke that spliff get mad lit
devoted to that green clip, that critical to me sh-t
that marijuana fiend tip
that big shot you defecating in the summer just to claim your sh-ts hot, well it’s not
i’m that sick, the kid’s hot, you h-lla funny with that bottle
in the club, tryna make the cris rock, head shot

[hook]

you ain’t on my level but i wish you well
keep on counting pennies by the wishing well
i’m level 11 on the richter scale
you could never see me, get a life

you coinciding with the mirrors, only lying to yourself
you coinciding with the mirrors, only lying to yourself
you coinciding with the mirrors, only lying to yourself
only lying to yourself

[verse 2]

this that sh-t that you will k!ll for
that sh-t that you can’t ignore, that itching like a pill wh0r-
cl1ck clack bam sh-t, sh-t that you would fight for
that flip and bring a knife or a loaded pistol type for
a night or a day job
this that sh-t you die for
the type of sh-t you die for, jumping right off the ninth floor
you tight rope, and miss sh-t
b-tch this be that type sh-t, best contender to fight sh-t
that next your boy for life sh-t, you might quit
back for second time i’m at your
back door with just a mac, four bats and i crack jaws, i smack y’all
with back paws, the rap boss, don’t wait cut the cr-p, pause
the black horse with mad force to overturn that course
this that sh-t that you can’t clone b-tch
that run away from home sh-t, i’m never coming home b-tch, i own this
my whole clique, my whole clique we smoke b-tch
that cannabis we roll with, the type of smoke to choke b-tch, you know this

[hook]

you ain’t on my level but i wish you well
keep on counting pennies by the wishing well
i’m level 11 on the richter scale
you could never see me, get a life

you coinciding with the mirrors, only lying to yourself
you coinciding with the mirrors, only lying to yourself
you coinciding with the mirrors, only lying to yourself
only lying to yourself

[verse 3]

i’m focused, you bluffin’
you wouldn’t be moving pounds if you exchanged your currency out in london
now, all of a sudden, these motherf-ckers are tough and
they wanna run in with a boss that they know nothin’ of, what the h-ll is the function?
you frontin’? i hit them with a sumo verse
so you could watch me stick my big c-ck inside of the black hole and f-ck the universe
this that sh-t that you can’t last with
that leather glove and mask sh-t, the type to get your -ss-kicked, i’m back b-tch

you ain’t on my level but i wish you well
keep on counting pennies by the wishing well, wish you well

[hook]

you ain’t on my level but i wish you well
keep on counting pennies by the wishing well
i’m level 11 on the richter scale
you could never see me, get a life

you coinciding with the mirrors, only lying to yourself
you coinciding with the mirrors, only lying to yourself
you coinciding with the mirrors, only lying to yourself
only lying to yourself

- your boy for life lyrics

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