Meek Mill - Levels lyrics

[Produced by Cardo] [Intro: Meek Mill] See, it's brackets n***a Them hoes ain't f**ing you cuz you ain't in that bracket n***a Learn life, its levels to this sh** young boy Ay O you feel me [Hook: Meek Mill] Lil n***a we don't rock the same clothes, f** the same hoes Cuz its levels to this sh** Lil n***a we don't drive the same whips, we don't f** the same chicks Cuz its levels to this sh** Lil n***a we don't get the same paper, you a motherf**in' hater Boy its levels to this sh** Lil n***a cuz its levels to this sh** Lil n***a cuz its levels to this sh** Oh lord [Verse 1: Meek Mill] Cuz its levels to this sh**, levels to this sh** Can't f** my ho cuz its levels to this b**h And I be rocking Prada like a devil in this b**h And a Birkin bag like a gold medal to this b**h And I'm heavy as it get Shining like a motherf**in' bezel on my wrist All my n***as mobbing so we heavy in this b**h 30 grand for the Muller that's a Chevy on my wrist Cocaine Mulsanne, young n***a 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, n***as gotta nerve on 'em Cuz I heard the feds got 'em and he had them birds on 'em But a n***a back home and now n***as roll wit him Caught a case what you think, n***a f**ing told on 'em I ain't get my sh** snatched yet You ain't get your b**h back yet One call, n***as aim that tech Blood drawn, headshot n***a brains on step Hot sh** if you pop sh** And I don't want your opinion if you ain't got sh** We young n***as, we winning I pull up, drop sh** Mob sh**, with more keys than a locksmith [Hook: Meek Mill] [Verse 2: Meek Mill] Damn Tommy you ain't got no job DC, we the motherf**in' mob Young n***a 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 n***as live now If its the finals I'm balling like I'm LeBron now I call up Onyx and tell them b**hes to calm down I treat the jet like a taxi way the way I'm flying around And I don't f** with no n***as If they don't f** with my n***as And I ain't f**ing no b**hes If they f**ing my n***as [Hook: Meek Mill] [Verse 3: Meek Mill] One time for the real n***as Two times for the bad b**hes Y'all s**as be cuffing hoes Cuz y'all s**as never had b**hes I hit the dealer bought another Rolls That's the reason why you mad n***a That's the reason why you hating on me I love balling, my bad n***a Cuz its levels to this sh** Levels to this sh** Can't f** my ho cuz its levels to this b**h Cuz its levels to this b**h And a Birkin bag like a gold medal to this b**h Lord, lord, lord, lord, hold up [Hook: Meek Mill]