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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kevin Gates
Kevin Gates
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kevin Gates
Kevin Gates
Songwriter
London Jae
London Jae
Songwriter
Norman Payne
Norman Payne
Songwriter
Go Grizzly
Go Grizzly
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Will
John Will
Mixing Engineer
DJ Choose
DJ Choose
Producer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Go Grizzly
Go Grizzly
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Get up on my level, get up on my level
Get up on my level, get up on my level
[Chorus]
Free my dawg out the slammer
Love my children and they mamas
Hold on, that won't be long
Stay clutchin' my hammer
Say they killers and I'm one of them
No love for the weak
Only the strong survive these streets
I put myself out of reach
Got tired of peelin' off the leeches
You could cover all these scars up in diamonds, but it's still gon' hurt
Still gon' hurt, yeah
Say you love me, well, show me that shit for real
Show me it for real
Can't play with love 'cause that type of shit get you killed
Gonna get you killed
You can cover all your scars up in diamonds, but it's still gon' hurt
Still gon' hurt, ooh-ooh, ooh
[Verse 1]
Beefin' with my chick while I'm in jail
I'm in jail
Try not to click out 'bout restriction, can't make bail
Mazi gone, but all is well, I ain't called in minute, ain't balled in a minute
Can't wait to see them stars in the ceilin', free all of my hitters
Reachin' this chain, I'm whackin' your people, I'm with all that
Saw you for who you is, I ain't hesitate to fall back
Fall back
Mmm, finally back to myself again, I ain't lending no help again
Only chasin' paper, the women come when you get them wins
Focusin' on my health again, reinventin' myself again
Maintainin' my element, sixty-three that AMG, I vroom
Leaving 'em in the wind, heard they sleepin' on me
I'm cool, they ain't on my level then
Get up on my level
[PreChorus]
Slowly pacin', goin' places
Imitators hate me 'cause I know they fakin'
Aye, get up on my level
Sittin' up at the top, this spot was open, vacant
One foot in the game, my soul is not for takin', no, no
[Chorus]
Free my dawg out the slammer
Love my children and they mamas
Stay clutchin' my hammer
Say they killers and I'm one of them
No love for the weak
Only the strong survive these streets
I put myself out of reach
Got tired of peelin' off the leeches
You could cover all these scars up in diamonds, but it's still gon' hurt
Ooh, ooh
Say you love me, well, show me that shit for real
For real
Can't play with love 'cause that type of shit get you killed
Killed
You can cover all your scars up in diamonds but it's still gon' hurt
Ooh, ooh
[Verse 2]
I might not know too much 'bout flossin', I could tell you about heartache
Heartache
Dirty clothes, dirty sneakers, gettin' teased, having hard days
Hard days
Hard for everybody out there seekin' peace through the heartbreak
Heartbreak
Sometime I'm not at ease, it's hard to sleep while my scars heal
Offer help when I'm winnin', everyone willin' to lend a hand
For what?
You fall off on your ass, forget it, you better not ask
For real
Overlookin' the water while water moccasins pass
If a snake drivin' your boat, ain't no need of mowin' the grass
Ooh
Friends leakin' songs, okay, I know it, my bad
I did, my bad
Major mistake in trustin' when they intentions was bad
Scarred out the trenches, resilience they never had
Never do that again, no
Be who you tryna be, but you can't compete with my swag
[PreChorus]
Slowly pacin', goin' places
Imitators hate me 'cause I know they fakin'
Sittin' up at the top, this spot was open, vacant
One foot in the game, my soul is not for takin', no, no
[Chorus]
Free my dawg out the slammer
Love my children and they mamas
Hold on, that won't be long
Stay clutchin' my hammer
Say they killers and I'm one of them
No love for the weak
Only the strong survive these streets
I put myself out of reach
Got tired of peelin' off the leeches
You could cover all these scars up in diamonds, but it's still gon' hurt
Still gon' hurt, yeah
Say you love me, well, show me that shit for real
Show me it for real
Can't play with love 'cause that type of shit get you killed
Gonna get you killed
You can cover all your scars up in diamonds, but it's still gon' hurt
Still gon' hurt, ooh-ooh, ooh
[Outro]
Go Grizz
Ain't that DJ Chose over there?
Mmm, look like DJ Chose
Written by: Kevin Andre Price, Kevin Gates, London Jae, Norman Payne
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