[Intro: Meek Mill] See its brackets ******* Them hoes ain't ******g you cuz you ain't in that bracket ******* Learn life, its levels to this ************t young boy Ay O you feel me [Hook: Meek Mill] Lil ******* we don't rock the same clothes, ******* the same hoes Cuz its levels to this ************t Lil ******* we don't drive the same whips, we don't ******* the same chicks Cuz its levels to this ************t Lil ******* we don't get the same paper, you a mother******' hater Boy its levels to this ************t Lil ******* cuz its levels to this ************t Lil ******* cuz its levels to this ************t Oh lord [Verse 1: Meek Mill] Cuz its levels to this ************t, levels to this ************t Can't ******* my ho cuz its levels to this ************ And I be rocking prada like a devil in this ************ And a Birkin bag like a gold medal to this ************ And I'm heavy as it get ************ning like a mother******' bezel on my wrist All my *******s mobbing so we heavy in this ************ 30 grand for the Muller that's a Chevy on my wrist *******, most saying, young ******* blowing up - Kurt Cobain Skating on them like I'm Lil Wayne And this 458 don't do the lil lane - vroom Swerve on 'em, *******s gotta nerve on 'em Cuz I heard the feds got 'em and he had them birds on 'em But a ******* back home and now *******s roll wit him Caught a case what you think, ******* ******g told on 'em I ain't get my ************t snatched yet You ain't get your ************ back yet One call, *******s aim that tech Blood drawn, headshot ******* brains on step Hot ************t if you pop ************t And I don't want your opinion if you ain't got ************t We young *******s, we winning I pull up, drop ************t Mob ************t, with more keys than a locksmith [Hook: Meek Mill] [Verse 2: Meek Mill] Damn Tommy you ain't got no job DC, we the mother******' mob Young ******* getting straight to the money In a range with your honey, I pull up like ahh I make them power moves with Jay and them Them boys shooting don't play with them Maybach, Rozay and them Rolling down Collins call Rugs hit the A with them Compound *******s live now If its the finals I'm balling like I'm LeBron now I call up Odyssey tell them ******* to calm down I treat the jet like a taxi way the way I'm flying around And I don't ******* with no *******s If they don't ******* with my *******s And I ain't ******g no ******* If they ******g my *******s [Hook: Meek Mill] [Verse 3: Meek Mill] One time for the real *******s Two times for the bad ******* Y'all suckas be cuffing hoes Cuz y'all suckas never had ******* I hit the dealer bought another Rolls That's the reason why you mad ******* That's the reason why you hating on me I love balling, my bad ******* Cuz its levels to this ************t Levels to this ************t Can't ******* my ho cuz its levels to this ************ Cuz its levels to this ************ And a Birkin bag like a gold medal to this ************ Lord, lord, lord, lord, hold up [Hook: Meek Mill]
[Intro: Meek Mill] See its brackets ******* Them hoes ain't ******g you cuz you ain't in that bracket ******* Learn life, its levels to this ************t young boy Ay O you feel me [Hook: Meek Mill] Lil ******* we don't rock the same clothes, ******* the same hoes Cuz its levels to this ************t Lil ******* we don't drive the same whips, we don't ******* the same chicks Cuz its levels to this ************t Lil ******* we don't get the same paper, you a mother******' hater Boy its levels to this ************t Lil ******* cuz its levels to this ************t Lil ******* cuz its levels to this ************t Oh lord [Verse 1: Meek Mill] Cuz its levels to this ************t, levels to this ************t Can't ******* my ho cuz its levels to this ************ And I be rocking prada like a devil in this ************ And a Birkin bag like a gold medal to this ************ And I'm heavy as it get ************ning like a mother******' bezel on my wrist All my *******s mobbing so we heavy in this ************ 30 grand for the Muller that's a Chevy on my wrist *******, most saying, young ******* blowing up - Kurt Cobain Skating on them like I'm Lil Wayne And this 458 don't do the lil lane - vroom Swerve on 'em, *******s gotta nerve on 'em Cuz I heard the feds got 'em and he had them birds on 'em But a ******* back home and now *******s roll wit him Caught a case what you think, ******* ******g told on 'em I ain't get my ************t snatched yet You ain't get your ************ back yet One call, *******s aim that tech Blood drawn, headshot ******* brains on step Hot ************t if you pop ************t And I don't want your opinion if you ain't got ************t We young *******s, we winning I pull up, drop ************t Mob ************t, with more keys than a locksmith [Hook: Meek Mill] [Verse 2: Meek Mill] Damn Tommy you ain't got no job DC, we the mother******' mob Young ******* getting straight to the money In a range with your honey, I pull up like ahh I make them power moves with Jay and them Them boys shooting don't play with them Maybach, Rozay and them Rolling down Collins call Rugs hit the A with them Compound *******s live now If its the finals I'm balling like I'm LeBron now I call up Odyssey tell them ******* to calm down I treat the jet like a taxi way the way I'm flying around And I don't ******* with no *******s If they don't ******* with my *******s And I ain't ******g no ******* If they ******g my *******s [Hook: Meek Mill] [Verse 3: Meek Mill] One time for the real *******s Two times for the bad ******* Y'all suckas be cuffing hoes Cuz y'all suckas never had ******* I hit the dealer bought another Rolls That's the reason why you mad ******* That's the reason why you hating on me I love balling, my bad ******* Cuz its levels to this ************t Levels to this ************t Can't ******* my ho cuz its levels to this ************ Cuz its levels to this ************ And a Birkin bag like a gold medal to this ************ Lord, lord, lord, lord, hold up [Hook: Meek Mill]
