Level 3

[Verse 1: Curren$y] Ugh, drill rudders. Ceramic brakes, homie what does it take pimpin Can you afford that, model and make how Many horses, listen to the floders 44 foot sea rate, like boating Ain't step on the other one. since mardi gras morning What a wild party that was, them bitches was horny Rain dancing, raising champagne glasses, pouring Bottles out for the homies that I haven't forgot about The ones that I'm always writing about Get high, ride for 'em, looking through the clouds, no they see me coming down Al coupe steering wheel, dash forest fire I'mma burn it down Seats leather, chevy heavy. Them lightweight niggas to feathery Ducked chracteristics, that'll make you bitch switch teams Pull up in that bently and your bitch skipped the scene like the CD scratch These hoes was sleep, now they wanna wake up by me "Audio Dope" i'll make 'em relapse. Baby gurl relax I'll be back in'a minute, but now roll that [Verse 2: Trademark Da Skydiver] Trademark touchin bread cause I'm well connected Bossed up, real nigga 'till I'm laying breathless I came for the cash and checks what 'chall expected Check it, I'm high as fuck, young, wild and reckless You guessed it. I'mma get mine before I exit Respect it, my freshness, my style, my message Cause ain't nobody fuckin with me now. No questions I'm on another level from these niggas, I left 'em In the dirt or in the air, reclined on leathers First class, purp stash in my ralph bag, smell it? Oh really?, I don't give a fuck what they gon' tell me I done made it, from the bottom to the top, and I upgraded But still I remain underrated and overhated, but fuck it The real of me so ugh, I'm celebrated Ridin' old schools but the paints updated I ride right in town, take my place at the table Talk a lot of shit because I am able To back it up its just me. I don't need to set the start, actin tough It's a wrap, pack it up. Mingles bag, what the fuck? I'm in the cut, rolling up Who you know, high as us? [Verse 3: Young Roddy] And I still whip the wheel like it's stolen Smoke a new J into a coma Sky's the limit. what this road offers I try to warn niggas, they don't want it Niggas got me fucked up, they dont know me From the cradle to the grave I get money I stay humble, loyal to the key I keep it 100 And I kick that ill shit, like I'm puntin And even in the (?) nigga kept his hood bumpin I gained a few stripes in this concrete jungle Niggas can't keep me down I'm a hustler Hoping I don't blow, then it's fuck ya I'm on my legal grind, (Revvie Russel?) Direct me to the money, I'll be back with a duffel So close to the edge they might bungie, ya'll pray for 'em Sleeping on my skills, they'll pay for it Checkmate, make your move playboy Live from the set, Bitch, better not miss this jet Outtttt