Levels

You've been praying on my fall
That's the type of shit I hate
Yeah the grass is full of snakes
So they smile up in your face
It's okay
It's okay
Let's just call a spade a spade
Block it stop it drop it
You know if it's fake
Only God can judge me
Keep the best around me
Now she call me papi
She wanna see Bakare
It's okay
Let's just call a spade a spade
Block it stop it drop it
You know if it's fake

Only rolling with my real ones there from time
I got business and this money on my mind
There's no discussion if they're bringing bad vibes
No advice, you don't cut it you gone have to pay the price
I've been lit, In the city I was raised in
I've been out here grinding no I do not spend no days in
I've been on my hustle got respect for give and take yeah
Pray on my demise see that's the type of shit I hate yeah yeah
Levels to this game give a fuck 'bout how you feel
They can say you changed do it cos you said you will
Slow and steady always wins the race
Long as you keep up the paper chase

You've been praying on my fall
That's the type of shit I hate
Yeah the grass is full of snakes
So they smile up in your face
It's okay
It's okay
Let's just call a spade a spade
Block it stop it drop it
You know if it's fake
Only God can judge me
Keep the best around me
Now she call me papi
She wanna see Bakare
It's okay
Let's just call a spade a spade
Block it stop it drop it
You know if it's fake

Overtime learned to keep enemies close
Keep my circle tight like some Cheerios
I can hear the Ops plotting on the low
Swayze when I get this bag imma ghost
How does it make you feel yeah
I let you in but still yeah
Showed you the pattern
Look what happened
God really took the wheel yeah
Internalize the skills yeah
I wanna make a million
Stacking it stacking it active
And I just think that we hit the ceiling
I used to struggle with doubt
They know that I been about
Grew up around niggas that ain't afraid to start running their mouth
All of my niggas ride out
All of my niggas ride out
Green borough blue borough yellow brick
I remember seeing brothers hitting licks
And it is what it is never moving funny with the kid
I've been lit
In the city I was raised in
I been out here grinding no I do not spend no days in
I've been on my hustle got respect for give and take yeah
Pray on my demise see that's the type of shit I hate yeah yeah

You've been praying on my fall
That's the type of shit I hate
Yeah the grass is full of snakes
So they smile up in your face
It's okay
It's okay
Let's just call a spade a spade
Block it stop it drop it
You know if it's fake
Only God can judge me
Keep the best around me
Now she call me papi
She wanna see Bakare
It's okay
Let's just call a spade a spade
Block it stop it drop it
You know if it's fake