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Level Up
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Level Up was released on May 13, 2016 by SWIDT as a part of the album SmokeyGotBeatz Presents: Swidt vs Everybody
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Release DateMay 13, 2016
LabelSWIDT
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM80

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
SWIDT
SWIDT
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Isaiah Libeau
Isaiah Libeau
Composer
D. Latu
D. Latu
Composer
Amon McGoram
Amon McGoram
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
SmokeyGotBeatz
SmokeyGotBeatz
Producer
Benjamin "Bengineer" Wollner
Benjamin "Bengineer" Wollner
Mixing Engineer
Ben Lawson
Ben Lawson
Engineer

Lyrics

See one of the dead, see one of the death
See one of the death, see one of the death
Three, one, two, baby, baby, uhh-uhh
Three, one, two, baby, baby, uhh-uhh
Yeah, I'm killing Mike with it, not Jordan Jackson or Tyson
I took your Michael Jones for the ice, man
I switch your flows and switch your codes
Defend the lows off just to see the highs, man
Took an L of 312, that's the times, man
You weigh money, butterfly, with a lifespan
Oh, see the difference between us?
We hit the spot to get lit, they hit the spot to be ceaseless
Negativity copped like the dreamers
We're DMF and we the best in major key investments
First in the fucker scene, appendix, best made amendments
The flow is out here, bullet tendons
They mean you ain't run shit
We still shine when the sun dips, I'm at your function
Let's lose when the crew's out, 20 deep, Hawaiian shirts
Just skin like a luau, fuck if they in the way
Just a lane that's our inner state
They can't reciprocate, they cannot, that's the way
Your bitches are kiss away, I might just hit the day
I'm only hungry to the maximum
Crush your party like an accident
Got a lot of shit stored up
It's time to let it go like an accident
They're like, he killing it
Kill that shit
I know, man, that boy, huh?
I'm in your vicinity, Tennessee light
Call her
See one of the dead, see one of the death
See one of the death, see one of the death
Three, one, two, baby, baby, uhh-uhh
Three, one, two, baby, baby, uhh-uhh
Hey uh if they ask it was that gc webster with all these buckets
Attitude like fuck it no g pass
Got your whole crew ducking these back streets
Can't pass me yet but you'll go harder than that spread
37 ways that we might see red see what i did there you ain't see shit
I got the remedy remedy you had your shot now you kennedy
Smoking weed up on the misery
We say your neighbor to come at the recipes ah
Whoever's on the first verse perfect
Whoever's on the second verse merced it
In the hood right now right now park where alfred and church
312 body these rappers when i drop my new shit
So many homies that i look like a rider with two clicks
Shit you talk too much
I don't understand what you try and your wardrobe stuff
Sweater in your boom box sipping woodstock
Squad looking like the neighborhood watch
Park good on the neighborhood block the 50 stop
She touching herself, cause I keep a 312
Stoney hung up, he dominant
Fuck the fame, no kind of shit
See one of the dead, see one of the dead
See one of the dead, see one of the dead
Three, one, two, baby, baby, uhh-uhh
Three, one, two, baby, baby, uhh-uhh
Oh, you didn't know?
You better call somebody
Who's got the biggest nuts?
Swear it's got my biggest nuts
Biggest nuts in the game, motherfucker
My dick's down by my kneecaps
Suck me off
Suck us all off
Suck up the squad
Squad up
And it's still one tang
Written by: Amon McGoram, D. Latu, Isaiah Libeau, J. Muavae
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