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LVLHEADED
Hip-Hop/Rap
LVLHEADED was released on June 22, 2025 by GDSPD as a part of the album LVLHEADED - Single
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Release DateJune 22, 2025
LabelGDSPD
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM63

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
JacksonClay
JacksonClay
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
JacksonClay
JacksonClay
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JacksonClay
JacksonClay
Engineer

Lyrics

Just got off of the phone with my partner, we don't bleed the same
But that **** brother to me
My brother, my partner, my kin folk, think that we slaves
The way he keep the chains on we
I just cop a hundred of roxies, it could be some fenty
Boy I can't feel my feet
The powder Vanilla, my money is cheddar
My bitch is some chocolate I need a piece
Oh upstairs is a Ruger, downstairs a berretta
A **** a king bitch I feel like Coretta
Hop in the whip with some drugs, just tell me the schedule
I can't be a driver because if they pull my ass over
I can't promise to be level-headed
If they pull my ass over, better pray pigs all go to heaven
I became a grown man at seven, I ain't, I ain't Poe, my name ain't Edgar
I might Poe a four, I might Poe a seven
That boy a degenerate, something like Ellen
I told her I love her, cause her throat was better
Get smoked like an optimo, bout to be looted like treasure
**** don't try no shit, boy, you know better
Find something safe to do, something better
Woah woah woah, okay
Had to go run up a script today, these **** just reading scripts
Page to page, role real ****, rehearsing it everyday
How much you charge per the milligram
Fuck that, don't want no middleman
Smoking on gas, and we smoke it by gram by gram
Somebody turn on the ceiling fan
Purple Haze, Purple Haze, killa cam
Yeah, I be smoking with Benjamin
Franklin stretched out down my arm, I'm a money fan
Jewish lawyer like I'm Money Man
She call me papi like she Mexican
That **** talking what he could've been
**** talking what he could've been
**** think he Druski, a comedian
Just got off of the phone with my partner, we don't bleed the same
But that **** brother to me
My brother, my partner, my kin folk, think that we slaves
The way he keep the chains on we
I just cop a hundred of roxies, it could be some fenty
Boy I can't feel my feet
The powder Vanilla, my money is cheddar
My bitch is some chocolate I need a piece
Oh upstairs is a Ruger, downstairs a berretta
A **** a king bitch I feel like Coretta
Hop in the whip with some drugs, just tell me the schedule
I can't be a driver because if they pull my ass over
I can't promise to be level-headed
If they pull my ass over, better pray pigs all go to heaven
Written by: Jackson Mason
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