Different Levels

Bitches several

**** never

Everybody know the name

Bitches extra

**** jealous

Heavy head is for the king

They gon’ try tho

Don’t know why tho

You ain’t checking for em’

But as long as God know

I’m still solid in my lesser form

A different aim

But bigger banger

Put the bread over the fame

Mary Jane and mixing drinks

Now hold your head over the sink

Lay me down

And pray that God be watching over me

If I should die before I wake

Then I won’t go to sleep

Different levels

Different devils

So much pressure in this game

It get better

Then the devil

Come to test your soul again

He got’ try tho

Yeah no lie tho

In a blessing form

You ask do God know

Yeah he making sure u stepping for em

Bigger angles

Bigger angels

So much blessings in the pain

Middle fingers

I don’t blame you

I was sposed’ to go insane

But long as God know

That I’m outchea

Bringing pressure for em

And you know he got you

He just got to let the weapon form

I won’t judge you

See ok

Like I’m still tryna find my way

Not a muslim

But I pray like 6 to 7 times a day

I’m not no Christian

But my mission do consist in having faith

It’s not no competition

Or got shit to do with class and race

I’m not no Jew on Saturday

But I’m so used to having pape’

Not no buddhist

But like Buddha

I think through the past mistakes

I might choose the path of eight

Or I might choose to grab the K

And I might lose the battle

Good and bad might chose to clash away

I might chose to crash today

But not right now

Man rest in peace

Because my roof just passed away

Got my ski

It’s ice on me

Just like a huge Alaska lake

We flash the jewels

Cuz that’s the rules

And yeah that’s cool

But it don’t help me

And my mood get passed today

Different levels

Different devils

So much pressure in this game

It get better

Then the devil

Come to test your soul again

He got’ try tho

Yeah no lie tho

In a blessing form

You ask do God know

Yeah he making sure u stepping for em

Bigger angles

Bigger angels

So much blessings in the pain

Middle fingers

I don’t blame you

I was sposed’ to go insane

But long as God know

That I’m outchea

Bringing pressure for em

And you know he got you

He just got to let the weapon form