Level (Acoustic Version)
Uh, you're not on my level, you're not on my level, you're not on my level
They tried to apologize, I don't think that's makin' it better
Look my demon in his eyes, tell him, he better know better
Tryna pull up on your side, baby, you know that I'm better
I just brought a foreign to the store
Had to ride a foreign with your ho
Had somebody open up the door
That's your girl? Nah, who knows
I ride her, ran her through the mud
Hundred packs shoved in the trunk
Scared niggas worried 'bout the feds
You ain't ever reach for the dough
You ain't never show me love
It don't even cost you none
I ain't even expect none back
Keep the change, I'm still stunned
R.I.P., I lost my cousin
On the West, but I'm still Southern
Eatin' grits mixed with the butter
High as fuck, I might stutter
Baller bitch, I'm a stand out
Little shawty got her hand out
Gotta chill, I'm a brand now
But I keep a drum, I'll bring a band out
I want you but I don't how to say that shit just right now
Jimmy Choo, I'll buy the shoe and take it 'round, and take you out
Uh, dinner look different in light
Three chains, I'm not right
I'm faded but it's my life
Touché, alright
Just save my mind
Away for now
I'm wanted, '09, huh
I'm wanted, '09
I'm wanted, '09
I'm wanted, '09
I'm wanted, '09
I'm wanted, '09
I'm wanted, '09
I'm wanted, '09
I'm wanted, '09
You're not on my level, you're not on my level, you're not on my level
They tried to apologize, I don't think that's makin' it better
Look my demon in his eyes, tell him, he better know better
Tryna pull up on your side, baby, you know that I'm better
I just brought a foreign to the store
Had to ride a foreign with your ho
Had somebody open up the door
That's your girl? Nah, who knows
I ride her, ran her through the mud
Hundred packs shoved in the trunk
Scared niggas worried 'bout the feds
You ain't ever reach for the dough
You ain't never show me love
It don't even cost you none
I ain't even expect none back
Keep the change, I'm still stunned
R.I.P., I lost my cousin
On the West, but I'm still Southern
Eatin' grits mixed with the butter
High as fuck, I might stutter (High as fuck, I might stutter)
They tried to apologize, I don't think that's makin' it better
Look my demon in his eyes, tell him, he better know better
Tryna pull up on your side, baby, you know that I'm better
I just brought a foreign to the store
Had to ride a foreign with your ho
Had somebody open up the door
That's your girl? Nah, who knows
I ride her, ran her through the mud
Hundred packs shoved in the trunk
Scared niggas worried 'bout the feds
You ain't ever reach for the dough
You ain't never show me love
It don't even cost you none
I ain't even expect none back
Keep the change, I'm still stunned
R.I.P., I lost my cousin
On the West, but I'm still Southern
Eatin' grits mixed with the butter
High as fuck, I might stutter
Baller bitch, I'm a stand out
Little shawty got her hand out
Gotta chill, I'm a brand now
But I keep a drum, I'll bring a band out
I want you but I don't how to say that shit just right now
Jimmy Choo, I'll buy the shoe and take it 'round, and take you out
Uh, dinner look different in light
Three chains, I'm not right
I'm faded but it's my life
Touché, alright
Just save my mind
Away for now
I'm wanted, '09, huh
I'm wanted, '09
I'm wanted, '09
I'm wanted, '09
I'm wanted, '09
I'm wanted, '09
I'm wanted, '09
I'm wanted, '09
I'm wanted, '09
You're not on my level, you're not on my level, you're not on my level
They tried to apologize, I don't think that's makin' it better
Look my demon in his eyes, tell him, he better know better
Tryna pull up on your side, baby, you know that I'm better
I just brought a foreign to the store
Had to ride a foreign with your ho
Had somebody open up the door
That's your girl? Nah, who knows
I ride her, ran her through the mud
Hundred packs shoved in the trunk
Scared niggas worried 'bout the feds
You ain't ever reach for the dough
You ain't never show me love
It don't even cost you none
I ain't even expect none back
Keep the change, I'm still stunned
R.I.P., I lost my cousin
On the West, but I'm still Southern
Eatin' grits mixed with the butter
High as fuck, I might stutter (High as fuck, I might stutter)
Credits
Writer(s): James Haley, Jasper Levering
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