Levels

[Produced by Cardo] [Intro: Meek Mill] See, it's brackets nigga Them hoes ain't fucking you cuz you ain't in that bracket nigga Learn life, its levels to this shit young boy Ay O you feel me [Hook: Meek Mill] Lil nigga we don't rock the same clothes, fuck the same hoes Cuz its levels to this shit Lil nigga we don't drive the same whips, we don't fuck the same chicks Cuz its levels to this shit Lil nigga we don't get the same paper, you a motherfuckin' hater Boy its levels to this shit Lil nigga cuz its levels to this shit Lil nigga cuz its levels to this shit Oh lord [Verse 1: Meek Mill] Cuz its levels to this shit, levels to this shit Can't fuck my ho cuz its levels to this bitch And I be rocking Prada like a devil in this bitch And a Birkin bag like a gold medal to this bitch And I'm heavy as it get Shining like a motherfuckin' bezel on my wrist All my niggas mobbing so we heavy in this bitch 30 grand for the Muller that's a Chevy on my wrist Cocaine Mulsanne, young nigga 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, niggas gotta nerve on 'em Cuz I heard the feds got 'em and he had them birds on 'em But a nigga back home and now niggas roll wit him Caught a case what you think, nigga fucking told on 'em I ain't get my shit snatched yet You ain't get your bitch back yet One call, niggas aim that tech Blood drawn, headshot nigga brains on step Hot shit if you pop shit And I don't want your opinion if you ain't got shit We young niggas, we winning I pull up, drop shit Mob shit, with more keys than a locksmith [Hook: Meek Mill] [Verse 2: Meek Mill] Damn Tommy you ain't got no job DC, we the motherfuckin' mob Young nigga 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 niggas live now If its the finals I'm balling like I'm LeBron now I call up Onyx and tell them bitches to calm down I treat the jet like a taxi way the way I'm flying around And I don't fuck with no niggas If they don't fuck with my niggas And I ain't fucking no bitches If they fucking my niggas [Hook: Meek Mill] [Verse 3: Meek Mill] One time for the real niggas Two times for the bad bitches Y'all suckas be cuffing hoes Cuz y'all suckas never had bitches I hit the dealer bought another Rolls That's the reason why you mad nigga That's the reason why you hating on me I love balling, my bad nigga Cuz its levels to this shit Levels to this shit Can't fuck my ho cuz its levels to this bitch Cuz its levels to this bitch And a Birkin bag like a gold medal to this bitch Lord, lord, lord, lord, hold up [Hook: Meek Mill]