Your Boy for Life - Level 11 lyrics

YOUR BOY FOR LIFE "Level 11" You ain't on my level but I wish you well Keep on counting pennies by the wishing well [Verse 1] This that sh** that you can't last with That leather glove and mask sh**, the type to get your a**-kicked Click clack bam sh**, sh** that you can't last with That never love and dap sh**, the type to get you bat-sh** So act quick, I'm back b**h b**h you must be catfish, why do you got that mac for? I'm creeping through your back door to blast sh** I'm that kid, that kid from the dance floor That corner block and crack flow, the one you wouldn't dance with Kick back rap quick, b**h I rep that Queens sh** Loaded AR-15 clip with that lyrical machine spit I back flip attack sh**, smoke that spliff get mad lit Devoted to that green clip, that critical to me sh** That marijuana fiend tip That big shot you defecating in the summer just to claim your sh**s hot, well it's not I'm that sick, the kid's hot, you hella funny with that bottle In the club, tryna make the Cris Rock, head shot [Hook] You ain't on my level but I wish you well Keep on counting pennies by the wishing well I'm Level 11 on the Richter Scale You could never see me, get a life You coinciding with the mirrors, only lying to yourself You coinciding with the mirrors, only lying to yourself You coinciding with the mirrors, only lying to yourself Only lying to yourself [Verse 2] This that sh** that you will k** for That sh** that you can't ignore, that itching like a pill who*e Click clack bam sh**, sh** that you would fight for That flip and bring a knife or a loaded pistol type for A night or a day job This that sh** you die for The type of sh** you die for, jumping right off the ninth floor You tight rope, and miss sh** b**h this be that type sh**, best contender to fight sh** That next Your Boy for Life sh**, you might quit Back for second time I'm at your Back door with just a Mac, four bats and I crack jaws, I smack y'all With back paws, the rap boss, don't wait cut the crap, pause The black horse with mad force to overturn that course This that sh** that you can't clone b**h That run away from home sh**, I'm never coming home b**h, I own this My whole clique, my whole clique we smoke b**h That cannabis we roll with, the type of smoke to choke b**h, you know this [Hook] You ain't on my level but I wish you well Keep on counting pennies by the wishing well I'm Level 11 on the Richter Scale You could never see me, get a life You coinciding with the mirrors, only lying to yourself You coinciding with the mirrors, only lying to yourself You coinciding with the mirrors, only lying to yourself Only lying to yourself [Verse 3] I'm focused, you bluffin' You wouldn't be moving pounds if you exchanged your currency out in London Now, all of a sudden, these motherf**ers are tough and They wanna run in with a boss that they know nothin' of, what the hell is the function? You frontin'? I hit them with a sumo verse So you could watch me stick my big co*k inside of the black hole and f** the universe This that sh** that you can't last with That leather glove and mask sh**, the type to get your a**-kicked, I'm back b**h You ain't on my level but I wish you well Keep on counting pennies by the wishing well, wish you well [Hook] You ain't on my level but I wish you well Keep on counting pennies by the wishing well I'm Level 11 on the Richter Scale You could never see me, get a life You coinciding with the mirrors, only lying to yourself You coinciding with the mirrors, only lying to yourself You coinciding with the mirrors, only lying to yourself Only lying to yourself