Isaah Santos - Levels lyrics

Produced by TO Beatz [Verse One: Clip] I ain't rocking cheap clothes I ain't using cheat codes But I'm on the highest level of this We on two seperate roads, and I'm basking in the lime light On Sierra level of this Mist Stepping up my level it's about to get messy We don't swing the same way, I'm a righty you a lefty And I got so many bars, n***as probably gon' arrest me 4.0 GPA but you probably shouldn't test me Not like a lil' n***a finna go and rest me Eat so many rappers you can't call me anorexic Man your rhymes so dry n***a sounds like you from Texas You a thirsty n***a, I can hear your voice is getting scratchy Victoria Secret level this flow getting s**y And my level so strong man and I ain't even flexing Wanna make things right, gotta do it by yourself Call the rap game mine, it's an independent build You looking up at my level cause you're on a lower field Got that unknown flow, you can call it covert sk** Real n***as don't talk, they just murder all the pricks There's a limit to the BS and you just met it Been a while since I spit, cause there's levels to Tha Clip Since 2011 I went mental lunatic Ballin' on my Magic level like I'm on my home team And I'm bout to pa** the ball, Stunna show 'em how it be n***a [Verse Two: P-Stunna] 2013 by this time I got levels Three years deep and I'm still just a pebble In this mountain that we call the rap game Spittin like a fountain and I'm full of loose change Ideas that ain't come to fruition School of hard knocks I done paid my tuition You don't understand my rhymes cause there's levels to the sh** I don't really got time to be bustin from the hip So if you talkin sh** Just s** upon this dick Can't say I ever toted a pistol Can't say I graced the cover of the latest issue Of a magazine So stop naggin me Bout things like this fame, that I don't got No luxery when you sleepin on a hard cot That right there is puttin in work I'm tired, that's why I'm actin like a jerk I don't understand how you claim you're so ill Error 404 I cannot find your sk** All over the beat With two left feet Cause my rhyme scheme Ain't typical of this regime Got them Magnum condoms cause there's levels to the dick My flame will never burn out cause there's levels to the wic With a mic in my hand achieve incredible feats Bring you to the Afterlife, fight Angel on the Beats