[Lyric] Levels (MicJeezy)

[Intro]
See its brackets
Them hoes ain't bothering you cuz you ain't in
That bracket
Learn life, its levels to this young boy
Ay O you feel
Me

[Hook]
Lil sucka we don't rock the same clothes, fresh the same
Hoes
Cuz its levels to this
Lil sucka we don't drive the same whips, we
Don't fresh the same chicks
Cuz its levels to this
Lil sucka we don't get
The same paper, you a hata
Boy its levels to this
Lil sucka cuz its levels
To this
Lil sucka cuz its levels to this
Oh lord
[Verse 1]
Cuz
Its levels to this, levels to this
Can't fresh my ho cuz its levels to
This
And I be rocking Prada like a devil in this
And a Birkin bag like a
Gold medal to this
And I'm heavy as it get
Shining like a bezel on my
Wrist
All my suckas mobbing so we heavy in this bitch
30 grand for the
Muller that's a Chevy on my wrist
Cocaine Mulsanne, young sucka blowing up -
Kurt Cobain
Skating on them like I'm Lil Wayne
And this 458 don't do the
Lil lane - vroom
Swerve on 'em, suckas gotta nerve on 'em
Cuz I heard the
Feds got 'em and he had them birds on 'em
But a sucka back home and now
Suckas roll wit him
Caught a case what you think, sucka told on 'em
I
Ain't get my shit snatched yet
You ain't get your crap back yet
One call
Suckas aim that tech
Blood drawn, headshot sucka brains on step
Hot crap
If you pop
And I don't want your opinion if you ain't got crap
We young
Suckas, we winning I pull up, drop
Mob crap, with more keys than a
Locksmith
[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Damn Tommy you ain't got no
Job
DC, we the freshin' mob
Young sucka getting straight to the
Money
In a range with your honey, I pull up like ahh
I make them power
Moves with Jay and them
Them boys shooting don't play with them
Maybach
Rozay and them
Rolling down Collins call Rugs hit the A with them
Compound
Suckas live now
If its the finals I'm balling like I'm LeBron now
I call
Up Odyssey tell them to calm down
I treat the jet like a taxi way the way I'm
Flying around
And I don't act like with no suckas
If they don't act like a
Baby with my suckas
And I ain't freshing no babies
If they freshing my
Niggas
[Hook]

[Verse 3]
One time for the real
Two times
For the bad bitches
Y'all suckas be cuffing hoes
Cuz y'all suckas never
Had
I hit the dealer bought another Rolls
That's the reason why you
Mad
That's the reason why you hating on me
I love balling, my bad
Cuz
Its levels to this
Levels to this
Can't fuck my ho cuz its levels to this
Bitch
Cuz its levels to this
And a Birkin bag like a gold medal to this
Bitch
Lord, lord, lord, lord, hold up

[Hook]