De la Soul
Aye, you know they say it ain't no I in team...
But it's like...
It's like you slick can't spell team without me my nigga
For real...
Let me take you too. Morrill
Aye
Third floor shit, You know how it go bitch
Or at least I thought I did, but niggas on some hoe shit
If it still don't make sense, then let me paint the image
I'm the coach, I'd call a play, and them niggas would never finish
Then turn around and look at me like I'm the one tripping
Then turn around and kick me out like I'm the one sinning
Niggas say they ain't gone change on you
But they keep flicking switches
Niggas turn up into snitches
For validation from bitches
And start hanging with niggas
That's tryna blemish my image
If you still don't get the picture
They ain't wanna see me winning
And what's fucked up is we would've all took off
But I'm a North Memphis P, chuck the deuce
And brush my shoulders off, yeah
It go I, Myself, and Me
I call it Level Three
It go I, Myself, and Me
I call it Level Three
Second verse... I'm back in
Pass me my, backend
Look
I'll take that L, but I'll never take a loss
I turnt my lesson into a blessing and now my paper never off
They see I'm at the top and say I left them at the basement
But they ain't wanna boss up because they was too used to hating
Grouped up with my replacements, cause they ain't have the patience
to create something from nothing, they was impatiently waiting
On a hand-out, niggas see me and stick they hands out
But I ain't feeling friendly lately, don't wanna shake your hand now
Stay out my way and stand down, Had to take y'all out the plans now
Another fraud step in the way and it's gone be a man-down
Cause, niggas change when they cross them burning sands now
Telling you that you're a boss to turn around and talk down now
Yeah
It go I, Myself, and Me
I call it Level Three
It go I, Myself, and Me
I call it Level Three
We used to ball together
Now they keep the score
From the bleachers now
Aye, aye, aye
We used to ball together
Now they keep the score
From the bleachers now
Aye, aye, aye
We used to ball together
Now they keep the score
From the bleachers now
Aye, aye, aye
We used to ball together
Now they keep the score
From the bleachers now
Aye, aye, aye, aye...
But it's like...
It's like you slick can't spell team without me my nigga
For real...
Let me take you too. Morrill
Aye
Third floor shit, You know how it go bitch
Or at least I thought I did, but niggas on some hoe shit
If it still don't make sense, then let me paint the image
I'm the coach, I'd call a play, and them niggas would never finish
Then turn around and look at me like I'm the one tripping
Then turn around and kick me out like I'm the one sinning
Niggas say they ain't gone change on you
But they keep flicking switches
Niggas turn up into snitches
For validation from bitches
And start hanging with niggas
That's tryna blemish my image
If you still don't get the picture
They ain't wanna see me winning
And what's fucked up is we would've all took off
But I'm a North Memphis P, chuck the deuce
And brush my shoulders off, yeah
It go I, Myself, and Me
I call it Level Three
It go I, Myself, and Me
I call it Level Three
Second verse... I'm back in
Pass me my, backend
Look
I'll take that L, but I'll never take a loss
I turnt my lesson into a blessing and now my paper never off
They see I'm at the top and say I left them at the basement
But they ain't wanna boss up because they was too used to hating
Grouped up with my replacements, cause they ain't have the patience
to create something from nothing, they was impatiently waiting
On a hand-out, niggas see me and stick they hands out
But I ain't feeling friendly lately, don't wanna shake your hand now
Stay out my way and stand down, Had to take y'all out the plans now
Another fraud step in the way and it's gone be a man-down
Cause, niggas change when they cross them burning sands now
Telling you that you're a boss to turn around and talk down now
Yeah
It go I, Myself, and Me
I call it Level Three
It go I, Myself, and Me
I call it Level Three
We used to ball together
Now they keep the score
From the bleachers now
Aye, aye, aye
We used to ball together
Now they keep the score
From the bleachers now
Aye, aye, aye
We used to ball together
Now they keep the score
From the bleachers now
Aye, aye, aye
We used to ball together
Now they keep the score
From the bleachers now
Aye, aye, aye, aye...
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Writer(s): Nicholas Stokes
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