Certain Levels
They say I poured up on some Don shit
Love when you bring yo friends around
They on some fine shit
Strokes from the front
To straight behind shit
Tell me how I been
All up on yo mind shit
Go through a nigga phone
You won't find shit
Hold the bottle tight cause its my shit
Go to hella different stores
You won't find this
Shit is timeless yea
Pulled up in a foreign
No no I'm not touring
Heavy hand when I'm pourin
Hit too hard now I'm soarin
Don't hang with them niggas cause they borin
Since 2016 I been scorin yea
Rocks in my ear I can not hear you
You was a lame in high school
Could not come near you
Now you wanna act like
Niggas really fear you
Back to what I was sayin
I can not hear you
Moved up in the game
I'm like tier 2 come at OT crazy
They will not dare to
Love it so much
She like don't cut yo hair boo
That pussy too fire so I won't dare to
Count a check count a check
Don't live with no regrets
Nike when you hear
This I need another type of check
Late nights all up in the studio
Met yo girl last week
She was a groovy hoe
Now me and Tc takin shots drinkin wine
That's my nigga since before time
Got the same type of grind
Whatever you want at the store
Ma Ma that is fine
Sendin chills down her spine
Now I know she won't be mine
I just hit from time to time
OG once told me focus on yo grind
So don't give em all yo time
Two seconds on the clock
Starting to feel like Dame
Touchdown in the rap game
And it ain't never been the same
Nigga singing and he rappin
First song on the album Pick a Lane
I guess I just do what I can
Never had someone hold my hand
Just the man with the plan
Wrote this shit with my hand
I'm with the man Dirty Dan
If he shoot y'all gone scram
Counting money but this ain't no scam nigga
Rocks in my ear I can not hear you
Moved up in the game I'm like tier 2
They say I poured up on some Don shit
Love when you bring yo friends around
They on some fine shit
Strokes from the front to straight behind shit
Tell me how I been all up on yo mind shit
Go through a nigga phone
You won't find shit
Hold the bottle tight cause its my shit
Go to hella different stores
You won't find this
Shit is timeless yea
Love when you bring yo friends around
They on some fine shit
Strokes from the front
To straight behind shit
Tell me how I been
All up on yo mind shit
Go through a nigga phone
You won't find shit
Hold the bottle tight cause its my shit
Go to hella different stores
You won't find this
Shit is timeless yea
Pulled up in a foreign
No no I'm not touring
Heavy hand when I'm pourin
Hit too hard now I'm soarin
Don't hang with them niggas cause they borin
Since 2016 I been scorin yea
Rocks in my ear I can not hear you
You was a lame in high school
Could not come near you
Now you wanna act like
Niggas really fear you
Back to what I was sayin
I can not hear you
Moved up in the game
I'm like tier 2 come at OT crazy
They will not dare to
Love it so much
She like don't cut yo hair boo
That pussy too fire so I won't dare to
Count a check count a check
Don't live with no regrets
Nike when you hear
This I need another type of check
Late nights all up in the studio
Met yo girl last week
She was a groovy hoe
Now me and Tc takin shots drinkin wine
That's my nigga since before time
Got the same type of grind
Whatever you want at the store
Ma Ma that is fine
Sendin chills down her spine
Now I know she won't be mine
I just hit from time to time
OG once told me focus on yo grind
So don't give em all yo time
Two seconds on the clock
Starting to feel like Dame
Touchdown in the rap game
And it ain't never been the same
Nigga singing and he rappin
First song on the album Pick a Lane
I guess I just do what I can
Never had someone hold my hand
Just the man with the plan
Wrote this shit with my hand
I'm with the man Dirty Dan
If he shoot y'all gone scram
Counting money but this ain't no scam nigga
Rocks in my ear I can not hear you
Moved up in the game I'm like tier 2
They say I poured up on some Don shit
Love when you bring yo friends around
They on some fine shit
Strokes from the front to straight behind shit
Tell me how I been all up on yo mind shit
Go through a nigga phone
You won't find shit
Hold the bottle tight cause its my shit
Go to hella different stores
You won't find this
Shit is timeless yea
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Wood Jr.
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