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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin Harold Milton Jr.
Songwriter
Letra
Let me start like this I'm on my level hoe
Hold up what you mean
I got fancy talkin with my cup
Wait is that not lean
I'm On my level you already know
Hold up what you mean
I got fancy talkin with my cup
Wait is that not lean
Like hold up wait
I be somewhere lookin down but still be lookin up
No this aint codeine I got my own lil potion in this cup
Sip it now I feel it make me do a lil dance
If you look into my eyes you might just end up in a trance
I'm on my level though
Let me tell you how I know
Spark that spliif and hit that shit always high and on the go
Chasing money that's a hobby
Daniel kick it like karate
Feelin on my lady body
Kissin touchin oops I'm sorry
I just got off track I'm trippin I'm fuckin up
Let me get to dinner best believe I'm bout to munch it up
TTG know who that is if not just know his is a God
Deity I'm sorry God
Yea the one be goin hard
Hotter than a hooker in the desert stuck in church
Or sadder than a suicide cry which is worst
Higher than a ufo while standing on a ladder
Exes gettin madder cause my next is always badder
I be gettin bread John derst I dont think you get it
It dont matter you to simple minded stupid ass ignit
Breathe fire what I'm spitting out lets just say it's hot
I aint lien do this all the time aint even a thought
If this was a race I will be first and plus some more
Sippin out my straw and then I turn it up and go
If you do not get it never mind just what I mean
Look now look again Im gone Houdini from the scene
Gotta keep it on me because everybody plottin
I ain't never hidin so now tell me what you stoppin
I be doin me on top of that I'm stayin low
Gotta take this serious because I'm gonna blow
Throw another back and why she talkin bout I'm trippin
Always on my views aint no way I'm gone get caught slippin
Jp turn it back just like the CD started skippin
9 Is kinda heavy probably why a nigga limpin
Steppin through my section while these other niggas scares
Some say that I'm crazy but it's all just in my head
Salad with no dressin so my pockets extra fed
Do a lot of drugs so I can't be around no feds
I'm talkin bout these snitches and you know just what you are
Doin all that talkin it won't get you no where far
Walk it like you talk it cause they just may try your luck
Hold up that last line kinda got a nigga stuck
Why should I apologize for bein the shit
Put some money on yo head then you gone see hit
I call all the shots and thats just to let you know
All about that action so I might just let it go
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Writer(s): Kevin Milton Jr.
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