Verse 1 - Clip275
You ain't on my level
Dipping the scene, pushin the pedal
Stick with the team but im a rebel
45, pack of the green, i never settle
Organized rap for the cream
I need a medal
Hard rock sh**. im talkin metal
f**ed up n***a wit a past
Duck the police when they're commin for ya a**
Cuz mothaf**as always try to hold you down
Can't really f** with me, i told you clowns
I got a golden sound
I f** with zoe's n pounds
Trill city, n***a. here to burn the crown
Putting all this work up in my trunk
Drop it on ya town & ima bump
Everything from studios to funk
Feet up on the throne that you're never gonna debunk
My name is clip, i pack that clip
And bet i never slip that pistol grip, get pistol whipped
Shoutout my n***a Nell & Young Renegade
Brawvo, Curry, Champ - we sharper than some razor blades
I'm wildin in the coupe, you're caught up in the loop
Im sounding sicker everyday, somebody pa** the soup
My body's after loot, while your party packed with the boo's
And i ain't talkin liquor n***a, im talkin bout pollutes"
Hook
You ain't on my level
Verse 2 - Yung Simmie
You ain't on the level that I'm on
2 double cups, yea im sippin' on Patron
I'm with 2 hoes, betta leave me alone
You whack n***as never smokin' on strong
I can't stop cuz a n***a just prolong
I rolled a joint, yea that b**h is so long
I hit that joint and a n***a is so gone
I'm with the crew & we do what we do
2.7.5. b**h, don't forget the 2
You feel my vibe & you hear that attitude
I mean mug, i ain't even mad at you
I seen his girl so i had to bag her too
Cuz im a mack, i do what i gotta do
And n***a you ain't on my level, who is you?
I pop pop with the pistol, now he through
She pop pop for the crew, she so loose
We sippin juice
Hook
You Ain't on My Level
Verse 3 - Clip275
Chop drop
Drop top
Ride wit a n***a gettin guap guap
Put it in my Dropbox
Onslaught
k**in every verse
I really feel like ima wild out' now
High right now
Charge a fine like pow
Don't give a f**
Bite my style right now
I'm flyin off the top
Wit no prop I drop
The realest sh** you probably ever f**in heard, right now
Cuz you ain't on my level
I'm gettin green
Cuz of the metal
I flex n keep on wit dinero
Write my rhymes
My lyrics being settled Over
Couple duffle bags of the loochie
Hova
Couldn't touch this
If you knew me
Sober, Wouldn't be a way to go about such a thing
Talkin sh** like I ain't bout to hit ya mama wit the bling
n***a
Pump pump
BIGGA
Guns like what
Bank accounts six figures
Trunk bump phonk
Cadillac , big picture n***a now what?
Cabbage patch Lick
Split a p**y n***a like f**
Get it?
Probably not
U n***as probably hot
Cuz u ain't ever on the level that I always rock
Got a 100 thousand reasons just to rep my own sh**
Got my logic n my reason so i rep my own clique
Raider klan
Red Table
305 to the damn Gables
We go live not a damn fable
Kick it like a horse, n***a I'm a damn stable
Im Outta my mind , but my pay stable
Becuz I'm always gon grind
Which u can't relate to
Fans hate u, Fam never
Keep em close by, I'm a vendetta
N You ain't on my level