LP Industries - On My Level Freestyle lyrics

[Intro: Jaclyn Niska, Ladell Parks] Hey Ladell What's up I heard that n***a was talking sh** about you What n***a Trail Man he always talking sh** Man I'm handle him Yeah he at the spot talking mad sh** about you Oh yeah alright, tell him I said this [Verse 1: Ladell Parks] n***a hate me because I count racks Because I count stacks And if he try Then Imma diss him back n***a softer than a mother f**ing fruit snack Now you got me on roast mode So here we go I heard you a lame, ain't got no game Insane in the brain Where you get your shoes and shirt With your ugly a** juice stain Payless shoes ain't got no grip You fall down and bust your hip There go a tip for your a** Next time Imma hit you in your mother f**ing lip Walking around dusty, musty Looking a** crusty, rusty f** with me or my crew It'll be the last I swear Trust me Don't believe me, try and see b**h this something I want you too If you don't, I got homeboy's coming after your a** too [Hook: Ladell Parks] See Imma have to take a shot down I think twice Cause I'm gonna have to handle this n***a Trail Price I swear Imma f** him up I'm gonna f** him up Imma f** him up I'm gonna f** him up So Imma drag his a** down the street Cause he know he's about to get his a** super beat I swear Imma f** him up I'm gonna f** him up Imma f** him up I'm gonna f** him up You know it