Meek Mill Levels Produced by Card
- Meek Mill
[Intro: Meek Mill]See its brackets niggaThem hoes ain't fucking you cuz you ain't in that bracket niggaLearn life, its levels to this shit young boyAy O you feel me[Hook: Meek Mill]Lil nigga we don't rock the same clothes, fuck the same hoesCuz its levels to this shitLil nigga we don't drive the same whips, we don't fuck the same chicksCuz its levels to this shitLil nigga we don't get the same paper, you a motherfuckin' haterBoy its levels to this shitLil nigga cuz its levels to this shitLil nigga cuz its levels to this shitOh lord[Verse 1: Meek Mill]Cuz its levels to this shit, levels to this shitCan't fuck my ho cuz its levels to this bitchAnd I be rocking prada like a devil in this bitchAnd a Birkin bag like a gold medal to this bitchAnd I'm heavy as it getShining like a motherfuckin' bezel on my wristAll my niggas mobbing so we heavy in this bitch30 grand for the Muller that's a Chevy on my wristCocaine, most saying, young nigga blowing up - Kurt CobainSkating on them like I'm Lil WayneAnd this 458 don't do the lil lane - vroomSwerve on 'em, niggas gotta nerve on 'emCuz I heard the feds got 'em and he had them birds on 'emBut a nigga back home and now niggas roll wit himCaught a case what you think, nigga fucking told on 'emI ain't get my shit snatched yetYou ain't get your bitch back yetOne call, niggas aim that techBlood drawn, headshot nigga brains on stepHot shit if you pop shitAnd I don't want your opinion if you ain't got shitWe young niggas, we winning I pull up, drop shitMob shit, with more keys than a locksmith[Hook: Meek Mill][Verse 2: Meek Mill]Damn Tommy you ain't got no jobDC, we the motherfuckin' mobYoung nigga getting straight to the moneyIn a range with your honey, I pull up like ahhI make them power moves with Jay and themThem boys shooting don't play with themMaybach, Rozay and themRolling down Collins call Rugs hit the A with themCompound niggas live nowIf its the finals I'm balling like I'm LeBron nowI call up Odyssey tell them bitches to calm downI treat the jet like a taxi way the way I'm flying aroundAnd I don't fuck with no niggasIf they don't fuck with my niggasAnd I ain't fucking no bitchesIf they fucking my niggas[Hook: Meek Mill][Verse 3: Meek Mill]One time for the real niggasTwo times for the bad bitchesY'all suckas be cuffing hoesCuz y'all suckas never had bitchesI hit the dealer bought another RollsThat's the reason why you mad niggaThat's the reason why you hating on meI love balling, my bad niggaCuz its levels to this shitLevels to this shitCan't fuck my ho cuz its levels to this bitchCuz its levels to this bitchAnd a Birkin bag like a gold medal to this bitchLord, lord, lord, lord, hold up[Hook: Meek Mill]
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