Levels lyrics

[Intro]
G-H-E-T
G-H-E-T
G-H-E-T
G-H-E-T
G-H-E-T
G-H-E-T
G-H-E-T
G-H-E double T and O

[Verse 1]
Mic check, take it to the next step
I be on the next step
I'm so ahead of the rest, I can't get left
Word on the net, "Ghetto's alright but he ain't effect, yet"
I'm in a different league, I'm separate
Wake up, write bars, f*ck breakfast
Yeah, your bars can be endless
But I'll merk you in a rave with 8, no reference
Yeah
I read my whole sentence
Writing bars that are so uncensored
Then I came in the game through the wrong entrance
Looking to get rich without no tensions
Still, doing a move is so tempting
But, I'm spitting on tunes, my whole ends sing
I do no pretending
And when I get in the booth, you know, head spin
I'm telling the truth with no threat, king
I'll put your men in the root and throw pest in
Ghetto was a venomous, suits, I don't test them
Them boys sending for who? But best win
I'm about getting the loot, no less than
Then I start kettle like dudes that own Def Jam
None of you fellas can do to go against man
And it's strictly metal and boots to go against man
[Verse 2]
Mic check, take it to the next level
I be on the next level
He's alright but he ain't on Ghetts' level
And you rose like a red petal
Run up your mouth and get fed metal
I'm blowing up CB4
My n*ggas in the hood wanna see me poor
Bad mic, [?] have time to grab shines
Screw face, wanna see me, I'm too [?]
Now cave through, they're gonna see me and [?]
You might've seen me on streets, tour
I know she saw
Because I got the phone call around 3/4
She said she can't believe what she saw
I was like [?], is this the same girl that [?] beef for
Before, she sent me seen me in a blacked out C4
Got more girls than shells in the sea shore

[Verse 3]
Mic check, take it to the next stage
I be on the next stage
Already running the race, I still wanna start in line
On your marks, get, set, go
I bet half your bars don't get no
Apart from start, that's it
To [?], just quit
War, that means Nasty [?] get flip mode
So I can't be asked to be peaceful
I'd rather target a star that's equal
Get me? No, I don't
I was writing the bars in preschool
Now I write bars for your people
Never write bars that are feeble
I'm way too advanced, they be [?]
I know you're a rask, what he thought
Talk is cheap but you're the master of sh*t talk
If you don't want drama then keep cool
Because I keep tools that I will use
I will stab, I will shoot
I'll kill dads, I'll kill youts
I'm real [?], not a [?]
I'm put in work in my CD
n*ggas only kept you around to build troops
I'm a real brute, I'm a soldier
Without the steal boots, I'ma merk
Because on my own, I can kill groups
And I'm J to my family, Ghetto's an MC
And [?]'s a guy who steals coupes
Three n*ggas in one, that's real loops
Weird n*gga that buns, that's real food
Fake n*ggas that comes, give me real loot
Real loot, that's what I want, yeah?
Real dough
[Verse 4]
So, take no day
Know that I take dough
From n*ggas that front like
"Ghetto ain't known to be in the main road"
Even when there isn't, it ain't cold
We're n*ggas that are ready to break bones
No, we don't live in the same song
I'm on my way home
But only to change clothes
n*ggas shot to the cab by the payphone
In a red top, looking like he weighs eight stones
Two pound short again
I told you, don't be short again
Because you don't know what I'm put into make pro
But I'll bligh you because you brought a friend
The less I stack, the more I spend
So, I spend less and stack more than then
So, if I get caught and then
Land road in a year, I ain't poor again