Levelin’ Up lyrics

[Intro: Dave East & DJ Holiday]
Karma 2
What's up my n*gga Fab
Oh DJ Holiday
Real n*gga music
I got the grip in the trunk
I fill up a tank (FACTS!), then I fill up a blunt

[Chorus: Dave East]
As I get on the road, I fill up the tank (tank)
Then I fill up a blunt (roll up)
I got the grip in the trunk
No, I'm not a trick but she get what she want (yeah)
I keep her right in the cut, we be low in the back, put my n*ggas in front (we be low)
She could do tricks with her tongue
I used to switch up my b*tch every month
Yeah, she call me, I'm picking her up
I've been in motion, I ain't hit in a month
Probably could get any chick that I want
If I'm in a rush, let me hit in the truck, yeah
I used to get on the train and I used to get on the bus (get on the bus)
I used to meet women that never would talk
Now they just begging to f*ck
I'm levelling up
Out of your brain, these n*ggas insane think they better than us
Making sure I stay ahead of the rush
Keep it pushing, I would never give up
Levelling up
Out of your brain, these n*ggas insane think they better than us
Upper class sh*t, that never was us
[Verse 1: Dave East]
A hundred bags, got ahead off of dust
A hundred bags, got ahead off of kush
She is school, got her head in the books
NARCs raided but I never was shook
Them indictments, got a federal look
We hit the kitchen, like he better go cook
Them n*ggas shook, they ain't never gon' look
Been this man from a young n*gga locin'
Get around her, sh*t get wet like the ocean
Been on my sh*t
I got a b*tch out in Cali and I got a chick in a six
I got an F, so I can't go and visit and 90% of my homies is Crip
I get up and go, I touched alot of this paper, I know how it feel to be broke
Know how it feel to do time in the system, feel like you don't know which way you 'bout to go
I got back to my glow, yeah I got back to my shine
These diamonds attracting these dimes, I done relapsed 'bout 200 times
Got caught with a pack, had to move out my mom's
Freeky died, I thought I'm losing my mind
Mugga died, I thought I'm losing my feelings
I don't know nothing, I know how to grind
I got a deal, trapping right out my building
Hundreds they got me so open I hang out the window like Joker
I had to get cool with the smokers (had too)
I had to get cool with the fiends
Make moves with the players, have talks with the coaches (talk)
I had to make trips to the Tropics, wake up to the model just sipping Mimosas (models)
I had to get back to the projects, the reason you gotta watch how you approach us
[Chorus: Dave East]
As get on the road, I fill up the tank (tank)
Then I fill up a blunt (fill it up)
I got the grip in the trunk
No, I'm not a trick but she get what she want (uhh)
I keep her right in the cut, we be low in the back, put my n*ggas in front (we be low)
She could do tricks with her tongue
I used to switch up my b*tch every month
Yeah, she call me, I'm picking her up
I've been in motion, I ain't hit in a month
Probably could get any chick that I want
If I'm in a rush, let me hit in the truck, yeah
I used to get on the train and I used to get on the bus (get on the bus)
I used to meet women that never would talk
Now they just begging to f*ck
I'm levelling up
Out of your brain, these n*ggas insane think they better than us
Making sure I stay ahead of the rush
I keep it pushing, I would never give up
Levelling up
Out of your lane, these n*ggas insane think they better than us
Upper class sh*t, that never was us
Throwing cash, b*tch you never gon' f*ck
My cheddar is up

[Interlude: Fabolous & DJ Holiday]
I mean what else we gon' do
Holiday Season
The best part about coming from the bottom
Is there ain't no place you can go but up
[Verse 2: Fabolous]
New levels bring new devils, never let it turn you devil
Call them plays so the team win, Coach K to my Blue Devils
They was transporters like Jason Statham
Now they ball like Jayson Tatum, my Grant Hills' gettin' hand deals
My J.J. Redi*k's got flooded Pateks
Chasing millions in my Jason Williams
My Jabari Parker is a 'Rari parker
Late looks from my Kyries, my play book's like a diary
You playa haters won't never see it
You clout chasers won't ever be it
Double-cross me, won't ever three it
Decided I'ma just Heavy D it, and tell them n*ggas
Got nothing but love for you, baby
Got nothing but love
Peep sh*t, take notes, fall back, move different
Just me, my fam, my dog, Stew Griffin
More growth, level ups, new look, tooth fixing
Big smile, outchea, we here, you missing

[Interlude 2: Dave East]
I'm levelling up
These n*ggas insane think they better than us

[Chorus: Dave East]
As get on the road, I fill up the tank (tank)
Then I fill up a blunt (roll up)
I got the grip in the trunk
No, I'm not a trick but she get what she want (yeah)
I keep her right in the cut, we be low in the back, put my n*ggas in front (we be low)
She could do tricks with her tongue
I used to switch up my b*tch every month
Yeah, she call me, I'm picking her up
I've been in motion, I ain't hit in a month
Probably could get any chick that I want
If I'm in a rush, let me hit in the truck, yeah
I used to get on the train and I used to get on the bus (get on the bus)
I used to meet women that never would talk
Now they just begging to f*ck
I'm levelling up