Next Level 2
Shit, I ain't gon' say this the last level, but we getting there
This the next level, next chapter, the New Testament, Bin Reaper 3
It ain't much more to say but, ShittyBoyz
Sometimes, it ain't about the shine, it's the grind
Sometimes, it ain't gon' be yo' time, wait in line
Sometimes, it ain't about the shine, it's the grind
Sometimes, it ain't gon' be yo' time, wait in line
You might take a hundred Ls, but the dubs be the difference
Pop a ten, I'm stuck as hell, whole time, I'm floatin' to the distance
I remember someone askin' me, like
"Tron, what make you different?"
I replied, "Without I, you can't even spell commitment"
Do you get it?
Listen, I'm so fuckin' in the mix, bro can get it
Hit it, whip it, mix it, flip a brick
Double, double Luka Troncic, you'll end with six assists
I can tell you right now, what you doin that it isn't it (shit)
Brrt, brrt, brrt
Bitch, you better not try to touch me, if you do shit gon' get ugly
If you do, shit gon' get crazy, flood yo' block like that bitch Haiti
Brrt (huh)
You're not making this easy, Kyle (brrt, brrt)
Bitch, you better not try to touch me, if you do, shit gon' get ugly
If you do, shit gon' get crazy, flood yo' block like that bitch Haiti
Maybach, 4MATIC, 580 (skrrt), took 250 in Mercedes (skrrt)
Bitches be so silly dilly, thinkin' they can really play me
Bitch, you better not try to touch me, if you do shit gon' get ugly
If you do, shit gon' get crazy, flood yo' block like that bitch Haiti
Maybach, 4MATIC, 580, took 250 in Mercedes
Bitches be so silly, dilly, thinkin' they can really play me
Mister Take-Yo'-Shit, lil' brodie seen more licks than envelopes
Bust down on my wrist, I'm up in strips, you think I'm sellin' dope
Thought he got Wockiki, I done hit it with some methadone (ha)
Met the plug in a small town by Mexico
You ain't ballin', you just talkin' like an analyst
Scorin' like a pink diamond, cup full of amethyst
You gotta spin, you gotta stack, you gotta balance it
Shit, blue Mendel's receipt looking like a Santa's list
Brrt, bitch playin' roles like she Meagan Good
I was young as hell with the ups, felt like seventh woods (yeah)
Walk through, get respected as a legend should
Cuddy found a glitch, Cyber Monday, heavy pressin' juugs
My white boy Tidus run routes like Wes Welker
308s hotter than some fish grease, they vest melters
Ha, ha, ha (boom!)
Fully in tornado mode, the opps gon' prolly need the best shelter
When it comes to motion, I know every law like Isaac Newton
Mansion with surveillance, if you try it, you gon' die intrudin' (boom)
Where I'm from, it's the jungle with the lions groovin'
Grades ain't reflect it, but I swear I was the brightest student
Shit, look now (brr)
I could pull up on my teachers, up a book now (brrt)
Shit, my mama and my pops, they did a good job
Shit, they create a GOAT
Bust AP on the planes, I'm gon' play the Rollie
On the same shit, like literally, I just ate some Coney
I can't trust nobody, literally, they just play it phony
Still scared of the kitchen heat, you the same jabroni
Caught his duckin' ass out like, "Ain't it some pape' you owe me?"
RJ always trippin', RJ always trippin'
Shee, yeah, RJ this the one, okay
Big tripper vibes, you know what the fuck goin' on, huh
It's a glitch on this bitch, both hands on the stick
She gon' spit while she twist, both hands on the dick
Blow bands, make some, ain't no plans on the trip
If you risked what I risked, you'd be the man in this bitch
It's a glitch on this bitch, both hands on the stick
She gon' spit while she twists, both hands on the dick
Blow bands, make some, ain't no plans for the trip
If you risked what I risked, you'd be the man in this bitch (brrt)
Weed loud as fuck, I need a muzzle for the blunt (brrt)
Wocky, wocky, wocky, I done doubled up my cup
Why you trippin'? All that stumblin', now we done got the ups
Touchdown, touchdown, you a fumble in the clutch (brrt)
Moncler Bubble Goose Trench, I can't rock Makai
Hundred up in Hutch, now my kid look like Häagen-Dazs (shit)
I'm in the Warzone with two weapons, finna drop a squad
Only time you ever leveled up is when you got on COD
Caught him posted on the block and got his spirit archived
Let them fuckers get me in that room, them lyrics aren't mine (nope)
Mastercard, Mastercard, it's clear-the-cart-time
Tesla S plaid, I don't steer, the car drive (skrrt)
Built the hustle, one of one, just check my DNA (fuck)
I'm in my Crocs, with pills and pints, I ain't no CNA (fuck)
I got the style, AJ back in TNA
On stage, crowd screamin' Tron
I knew I'd see the day
ShittyBoyz, DogShitMilitia, yeah
This the next level, next chapter, the New Testament, Bin Reaper 3
It ain't much more to say but, ShittyBoyz
Sometimes, it ain't about the shine, it's the grind
Sometimes, it ain't gon' be yo' time, wait in line
Sometimes, it ain't about the shine, it's the grind
Sometimes, it ain't gon' be yo' time, wait in line
You might take a hundred Ls, but the dubs be the difference
Pop a ten, I'm stuck as hell, whole time, I'm floatin' to the distance
I remember someone askin' me, like
"Tron, what make you different?"
I replied, "Without I, you can't even spell commitment"
Do you get it?
Listen, I'm so fuckin' in the mix, bro can get it
Hit it, whip it, mix it, flip a brick
Double, double Luka Troncic, you'll end with six assists
I can tell you right now, what you doin that it isn't it (shit)
Brrt, brrt, brrt
Bitch, you better not try to touch me, if you do shit gon' get ugly
If you do, shit gon' get crazy, flood yo' block like that bitch Haiti
Brrt (huh)
You're not making this easy, Kyle (brrt, brrt)
Bitch, you better not try to touch me, if you do, shit gon' get ugly
If you do, shit gon' get crazy, flood yo' block like that bitch Haiti
Maybach, 4MATIC, 580 (skrrt), took 250 in Mercedes (skrrt)
Bitches be so silly dilly, thinkin' they can really play me
Bitch, you better not try to touch me, if you do shit gon' get ugly
If you do, shit gon' get crazy, flood yo' block like that bitch Haiti
Maybach, 4MATIC, 580, took 250 in Mercedes
Bitches be so silly, dilly, thinkin' they can really play me
Mister Take-Yo'-Shit, lil' brodie seen more licks than envelopes
Bust down on my wrist, I'm up in strips, you think I'm sellin' dope
Thought he got Wockiki, I done hit it with some methadone (ha)
Met the plug in a small town by Mexico
You ain't ballin', you just talkin' like an analyst
Scorin' like a pink diamond, cup full of amethyst
You gotta spin, you gotta stack, you gotta balance it
Shit, blue Mendel's receipt looking like a Santa's list
Brrt, bitch playin' roles like she Meagan Good
I was young as hell with the ups, felt like seventh woods (yeah)
Walk through, get respected as a legend should
Cuddy found a glitch, Cyber Monday, heavy pressin' juugs
My white boy Tidus run routes like Wes Welker
308s hotter than some fish grease, they vest melters
Ha, ha, ha (boom!)
Fully in tornado mode, the opps gon' prolly need the best shelter
When it comes to motion, I know every law like Isaac Newton
Mansion with surveillance, if you try it, you gon' die intrudin' (boom)
Where I'm from, it's the jungle with the lions groovin'
Grades ain't reflect it, but I swear I was the brightest student
Shit, look now (brr)
I could pull up on my teachers, up a book now (brrt)
Shit, my mama and my pops, they did a good job
Shit, they create a GOAT
Bust AP on the planes, I'm gon' play the Rollie
On the same shit, like literally, I just ate some Coney
I can't trust nobody, literally, they just play it phony
Still scared of the kitchen heat, you the same jabroni
Caught his duckin' ass out like, "Ain't it some pape' you owe me?"
RJ always trippin', RJ always trippin'
Shee, yeah, RJ this the one, okay
Big tripper vibes, you know what the fuck goin' on, huh
It's a glitch on this bitch, both hands on the stick
She gon' spit while she twist, both hands on the dick
Blow bands, make some, ain't no plans on the trip
If you risked what I risked, you'd be the man in this bitch
It's a glitch on this bitch, both hands on the stick
She gon' spit while she twists, both hands on the dick
Blow bands, make some, ain't no plans for the trip
If you risked what I risked, you'd be the man in this bitch (brrt)
Weed loud as fuck, I need a muzzle for the blunt (brrt)
Wocky, wocky, wocky, I done doubled up my cup
Why you trippin'? All that stumblin', now we done got the ups
Touchdown, touchdown, you a fumble in the clutch (brrt)
Moncler Bubble Goose Trench, I can't rock Makai
Hundred up in Hutch, now my kid look like Häagen-Dazs (shit)
I'm in the Warzone with two weapons, finna drop a squad
Only time you ever leveled up is when you got on COD
Caught him posted on the block and got his spirit archived
Let them fuckers get me in that room, them lyrics aren't mine (nope)
Mastercard, Mastercard, it's clear-the-cart-time
Tesla S plaid, I don't steer, the car drive (skrrt)
Built the hustle, one of one, just check my DNA (fuck)
I'm in my Crocs, with pills and pints, I ain't no CNA (fuck)
I got the style, AJ back in TNA
On stage, crowd screamin' Tron
I knew I'd see the day
ShittyBoyz, DogShitMilitia, yeah
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Writer(s): Rayshawn Lamont Gordon, James Johnson, Byekyle
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