[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]