Curren$y - Level 3 lyrics

[Verse 1: Curren$y] Ugh, drill rudders. Ceramic brakes, homie what does it take pimpin Can you afford that, model and make how Many horses, listen to the floders 44 foot sea rate, like boating Ain't step on the other one. since mardi gras morning What a wild party that was, them b**hes was horny Rain dancing, raising champagne gla**es, pouring Bottles out for the homies that I haven't forgot about The ones that I'm always writing about Get high, ride for 'em, looking through the clouds, no they see me coming down Al coupe steering wheel, dash forest fire I'mma burn it down Seats leather, chevy heavy. Them lightweight n***as to feathery Ducked chracteristics, that'll make you b**h switch teams Pull up in that bently and your b**h skipped the scene like the CD scratch These hoes was sleep, now they wanna wake up by me "Audio Dope" i'll make 'em relapse. Baby gurl relax I'll be back in'a minute, but now roll that [Verse 2: Trademark Da Skydiver] Trademark touchin bread cause I'm well connected Bossed up, real n***a 'till I'm laying breathless I came for the cash and checks what 'chall expected Check it, I'm high as f**, young, wild and reckless You guessed it. I'mma get mine before I exit Respect it, my freshness, my style, my message Cause ain't nobody f**in with me now. No questions I'm on another level from these n***as, I left 'em In the dirt or in the air, reclined on leathers First cla**, purp stash in my ralph bag, smell it? Oh really?, I don't give a f** what they gon' tell me I done made it, from the bottom to the top, and I upgraded But still I remain underrated and overhated, but f** it The real of me so ugh, I'm celebrated Ridin' old schools but the paints updated I ride right in town, take my place at the table Talk a lot of sh** because I am able To back it up its just me. I don't need to set the start, actin tough It's a wrap, pack it up. Mingles bag, what the f**? I'm in the cut, rolling up Who you know, high as us? [Verse 3: Young Roddy] And I still whip the wheel like it's stolen Smoke a new J into a coma Sky's the limit. what this road offers I try to warn n***as, they don't want it n***as got me f**ed up, they dont know me From the cradle to the grave I get money I stay humble, loyal to the key I keep it 100 And I kick that ill sh**, like I'm puntin And even in the (?) n***a kept his hood bumpin I gained a few stripes in this concrete jungle n***as can't keep me down I'm a hustler Hoping I don't blow, then it's f** ya I'm on my legal grind, (Revvie Russel?) Direct me to the money, I'll be back with a duffel So close to the edge they might bungie, ya'll pray for 'em Sleeping on my sk**s, they'll pay for it Checkmate, make your move playboy Live from the set, b**h, better not miss this jet Outtttt