Levels (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill]
See, it's brackets, n*gga
Them hoes ain't f*ckin' you
‘Cause you ain't in that bracket, n*gga
Learn life, it's levels to this sh*t, young boy
Aye, O, you feel me?

[Hook: Meek Mill]
Lil n*gga, we don't rock the same clothes
f*ck the same hoes, ‘cause it's levels to this sh*t
Lil n*gga, we don't drive the same whips
We don't f*ck the same chicks, ‘cause it's levels to this sh*t
Lil n*gga, we don't get the same paper
You a motherf*ckin' hater, boy, it's levels to this sh*t
Lil n*gga, ‘cause it's levels to this sh*t
Lil n*gga, ‘cause it's levels to this sh*t—oh Lord!

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
‘Cause it's levels to this sh*t, levels to this sh*t
Can't f*ck my ho, ‘cause it's levels to this b*tch
And I be rockin' Prada like a devil in this b*tch
And a Birkin bag like a gold medal to this b*tch
And I'm heavy as it get
Shinin' like a motherf*ckin' bezel on my wrist
All my n*ggas mobbin' so we heavy in this b*tch
30 grand for the Muller, that's a Chevy on my wrist
Woo! Cocaine Mulsanne
Young n*gga blowin' up; Kurt Cobain—boom!
Skatin' on them like I'm Lil Wayne
And this 458 don't do the lil lane—vroom!
Swerve on 'em, n*ggas gotta nerve on 'em
‘Cause I heard the feds got him and he had them birds on him
But a n*gga back home and now n*ggas roll with him
Caught a case, what you think? n*gga f*ckin' told on him
I ain't get my sh*t snatched yet
You ain't get your b*tch back yet
One call, n*ggas aim that TEC
Blood drawn, headshot, n*gga brains on step
Hot sh*t if you pop sh*t
And I don't want your opinion if you ain't got sh*t
We young n*ggas, we winnin', I pull up, drop sh*t
Mob sh*t, with more keys than a locksmith
[Hook: Meek Mill & Puff Daddy]
Lil n*gga, we don't rock the same clothes
f*ck the same hoes, ‘cause it's levels to this sh*t
Lil n*gga, we don't drive the same whips
We don't f*ck the same chicks, ‘cause it's levels to this sh*t
Lil n*gga, we don't get the same paper
You a motherf*ckin' hater, boy, it's levels to this sh*t (yo, Meek)
Lil n*gga, ‘cause it's levels to this sh*t (aye, yo, Meek, let me talk to these n*ggas man)
Lil n*gga, ‘cause it's levels to this sh*t—oh Lord!

[Verse 2: Puff Daddy]
Yeah, take that, take that
One-point-two matte-black Maybach
Y'all n*ggas burnt out, racetrack
Bad boy, n*gga, f*ck around, bring mase back
Y'all n*ggas hate that, come and get rocky like A$AP
She poppin' on the Molly, she chase that
Red dot, blue dot, here ho, drink that
What up?
Half a milly in the bank
Afford a jet, spend a [?] in the tank
You lil' n*ggas couldn't last in this ring
Ayy, yo, n*gga, I just bought me a bank
'Cause there's levels to this sh*t
Motherf*cker, there's some levels to this sh*t
We talkin' money, I'm a veteran at this
Bad boy, rich n*ggas, we so heavy in this b*tch
[Hook: Meek Mill & French Montana]
Lil n*gga, we don't rock the same clothes
f*ck the same hoes, ‘cause it's levels to this sh*t
Lil n*gga, we don't drive the same whips
We don't f*ck the same chicks, ‘cause it's levels to this sh*t
Lil n*gga, we don't get the same paper
You a motherf*ckin' hater, boy, it's levels to this sh*t
Lil n*gga, ‘cause it's levels to this sh*t
Lil n*gga, ‘cause it's levels to this sh*t (hah, Montana) — oh Lord!

[Verse 3: French Montana]
When he talk about drums, have you met him with the sh*t?
Talk about climbing four levels with this sh*t
Your watch ain't even worth bezel on my sh*t
Two lumps on her ass, lookin' camel with this sh*t (hah)
Talk about the game, Slick Rick with the chains
Tim duckin' in the [?], [?] Davis with the aim (blah)
Hit n*ggas, paramedics zip n*ggas
Who you thought was real, n*gga?
In the line of pickin' n*ggas
Started from the bottom, now we high on the hill
Started from a dollar, now them n*ggas makin' mills
Philly with the eagle with my n*gga, Meek Mill
High like The Beatles on the perc, on the pills (hah)
We don't f*ck with no b*tch (hah)
Been f*ckin' your b*tch
We don't f*ck with no n*gga (hah)
They don't f*ck with my n*ggas
[Hook: Meek Mill]
Lil n*gga, we don't rock the same clothes
f*ck the same hoes, ‘cause it's levels to this sh*t
Lil n*gga, we don't drive the same whips
We don't f*ck the same chicks, ‘cause it's levels to this sh*t
Lil n*gga, we don't get the same paper
You a motherf*ckin' hater, boy, it's levels to this sh*t
Lil n*gga, ‘cause it's levels to this sh*t
Lil n*gga, ‘cause it's levels to this sh*t—oh Lord!