MicJeezy - Levels lyrics

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