Level Up
Damn he with the shit, gotta give him that
Oh yeah I'm whipping quick, I ain't looking back
Dog she looking slick yeah I'm admitting that
We profit off the grit, got my circle stacked
Hopping off the steed, what you need?
I'm the breed, one to bleed, one to lead ya
Certain people wanting to deplete ya
You present me fucking problems I'ma meet ya
Straight chillin' with my little florist
Get her floral prints
Mix pics and smoke
My stack the shortest
Give her more this I want more this
You can't order this
Pray to the sky
Bless, believe you know I'm fortunate
You know why I'm more this
Take me everywhere I'm cordless
Check back to your origin
Are you born this?
Can't conform this
Shine your light, your the chosen
New to the game we rosin
Thrown by the energy I'm slipping so I let it slide
I ain't even bothered boy I'm tripping I'ma let it ride
Beings only peeking, they okay
So I'ma let em hide
Thrown by the energy I'm gripping
Now I'm 'bout to fly
Put on him on his back
From the knee to the attack
Pop it up and then I'm going
Straight up out my vision surgical precision yeah
I be on a path from the peak to the cap
Let me up and then I'm showing
I don't need no valleys up in my position
I just want to add
Unto me, like it's math
I can see, fuck the mask
Now I be what will last
Ace and Z
School you in class
You ain't gotta pass
But I promise you don't wanna end up last
Don't let the past blow you up so fast
Use the math and get your head unmasked
What will last is the only thing you can't trash
Wake up early in the morning
Just to see the light cast
It's so bright, think you might crash
Pedal to the metal and don't think about goin' back
Back in the black when I'm headed to the mass
Ain't goin' in without my sack
Damn he with the shit, gotta give him that
Oh yeah I'm whipping quick, I ain't looking back
Dog she looking slick yeah I'm admitting that
We profit off the grit, got my circle stacked
Hopping off the steed, what you need?
I'm the breed, one to bleed, one to lead ya
Certain people wanting to deplete ya
You present me fucking problems I'ma meet ya
Oh yeah I'm whipping quick, I ain't looking back
Dog she looking slick yeah I'm admitting that
We profit off the grit, got my circle stacked
Hopping off the steed, what you need?
I'm the breed, one to bleed, one to lead ya
Certain people wanting to deplete ya
You present me fucking problems I'ma meet ya
Straight chillin' with my little florist
Get her floral prints
Mix pics and smoke
My stack the shortest
Give her more this I want more this
You can't order this
Pray to the sky
Bless, believe you know I'm fortunate
You know why I'm more this
Take me everywhere I'm cordless
Check back to your origin
Are you born this?
Can't conform this
Shine your light, your the chosen
New to the game we rosin
Thrown by the energy I'm slipping so I let it slide
I ain't even bothered boy I'm tripping I'ma let it ride
Beings only peeking, they okay
So I'ma let em hide
Thrown by the energy I'm gripping
Now I'm 'bout to fly
Put on him on his back
From the knee to the attack
Pop it up and then I'm going
Straight up out my vision surgical precision yeah
I be on a path from the peak to the cap
Let me up and then I'm showing
I don't need no valleys up in my position
I just want to add
Unto me, like it's math
I can see, fuck the mask
Now I be what will last
Ace and Z
School you in class
You ain't gotta pass
But I promise you don't wanna end up last
Don't let the past blow you up so fast
Use the math and get your head unmasked
What will last is the only thing you can't trash
Wake up early in the morning
Just to see the light cast
It's so bright, think you might crash
Pedal to the metal and don't think about goin' back
Back in the black when I'm headed to the mass
Ain't goin' in without my sack
Damn he with the shit, gotta give him that
Oh yeah I'm whipping quick, I ain't looking back
Dog she looking slick yeah I'm admitting that
We profit off the grit, got my circle stacked
Hopping off the steed, what you need?
I'm the breed, one to bleed, one to lead ya
Certain people wanting to deplete ya
You present me fucking problems I'ma meet ya
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Writer(s): Devon Streetman
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