Samsquanch - Levels lyrics

[Verse 1] I just had Jesus Christ selling me some reefer Spliff behind my ear like it's telling me a secret Good b**hes is hot and no peeking Cooler than cold evening Pulling your hoe easy I'm illing up and k**ing for no reason I get below freezing I'm on a different level than most of these rappers These ovary-having h*mos just be overreacting Get emotionally distracted over what's supposedly happening You ain't close to me homie so back up Cause you know that he snapping I only trust three people Me, myself, and I You don't need to help me fly I been polite, cuz Stop your homie from trying to copy He just fell and dies We just tell 'em why They can't do it like me Said she liked me These hoes are sheisty and way over pricey Like stay overnight please Take home your white tees Yeah she look hot But that cold, was icy I see on the inside You tiny, I'm a big guy I brainstorm I got lightning in my pen, God You don't get it I [?] Addicted to good weed, good beer, and bad women Cash getting, the Jack liquor, the fat swishers You don't get no love like fat b**hes And I'm clutch I be scoring like Jordan, the last minute Sa** dip and they expecting the kid is next Your bird fly away, your chick can get in my nest I won't get respect til I'm getting checked If I ain't deep You just missed the depth of my intellect Gimme a sec,I ain't finished yet You the catch? I'ma intercept