Levels

Everything I rap I couldn’t make that up gone head and cross me I’m shake that up A Thousand grams soft I’m bake that up

Split the profit with the team I’m break that up

Yea it’s level to this street shit

Grind so hard my children never need shit

Haters always told me I will never be shit

I’m rich off coke It ain’t mother fucking secret

Under them street lights anything goes

Dope we pussy anything sold

The way I did it nothing less than amazing

24/7 grind dream chasing

I got dope for sale pick your color

Nines and 18s pick your numbers

I eat, sleep and talk streets

I live, ran and walked streets

Selling work is my profession

The devil‘s work, I call it a blessing

As a preteen all I wanted was McLean

With a Hilfiger and some crease jeans

I wanted Ashley Williams with the light skin

I still doubt she’ll ever let me put my pipe in

G 16s locks with the better lugs

Y’all pray for better days I’ll pray for better plugs

Everything I rap I couldn’t make that up gone head and cross me I’m shake that up A Thousand grams soft I’m bake that up

Split the profit with the team I’m break that up

Yea it’s level to this street shit

Grind so hard my children never need shit

Haters always told me I will never be shit

I’m rich off coke It ain’t mother fucking secret

Shit don’t stop, make the cake grow

Made a little cash and I made more

Shit don’t stop, make the cake grow

Made a little cash and I made more

This a hard game this a harder life

This coke I sale it’s just part of my life

Small circle tight nit

I got a hold of this dope game tight grip

Look this game so different

Big stack of bricks Taller Then Scottie Pippen

Scott free I never met a warden

Pull up with six rings like Jordan

Season veteran i’m primed up

Big bag shit get your grind up

Hustle like the sun will never rise again

There goes that Mexican slanging all then pies again

“LOOK” at night I pray that everybody make it

A piece of the pie I hope that everybody tastes it

I’m a sinner God I hope you understand

Ain’t no telling why I will be without this contraband

Everything I rap I couldn’t make that up gone head and cross me I’m shake that up A Thousand grams soft I’m bake that up

Split the profit with the team I’m break that up

Yea it’s level to this street shit

Grind so hard my children never need shit

Haters always told me I will never be shit

I’m rich off coke It ain’t mother fucking secret