Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Meek Mill
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lamont Dozier
Songwriter
Brock Korsan
Songwriter
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Songwriter
Ronald LaTour
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cardo Got Wings
Producer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Finis "KY" White
Mixing Engineer
Michael "Tecknics" Hernandez
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
See, it's brackets, ****
Them hos ain't fucking you 'cause you ain't in that bracket, ****
Learn life, it's levels to this shit, young boy
Aye, O you feel me?
[Verse 2]
Yeah
Lil' **** we don't rock the same clothes, fuck the same hos
'Cause it's levels to this shit (True)
Lil' **** we don't drive the same whips, we don't fuck the same chicks
'Cause it's levels to this shit (True)
Lil' **** we don't get the same paper, you a mufuckin' hater
Boy, it's levels to this shit (You)
Lil' ****, 'cause it's levels to this shit (Who?)
Lil' ****, 'cause it's levels to this shit (Turn up)
Yeah, oh lord
[Verse 3]
'Cause it's levels to this shit, levels to this shit
Can't fuck my ho, 'cause it's levels to this bitch
And I be rockin' Prada like the Devil in this bitch
And the Birkin bag like a gold medal to this bitch
Lord, and I'm heavy as it get
Shinin' like a mufuckin' bezel on my wrist
All my **** mobbin' so we heavy in this bitch
Thirty-grand for the Muller that's a Chevy on my wrist
Cocaine, Mulsanne, young **** blowin' up, Kurt Cobain
Boom, skating on 'em like I'm Lil' Wayne
And this four-fifty-eight don't do the lil' lane, vroom
Swerve on 'em, **** gotta nerve on 'em
'Cause I heard the feds got 'em and he had them birds on 'em
But that **** back home and now **** roll wit him
Caught a case, what you think, **** fuckin' told on 'em
Ha, I ain't get my shit snatched yet (Snatched yet)
You ain't get your bitch back yet (Back yet)
One call, **** aim that tech
Blood drawn, headshot **** brains on step
Ha, hot shit if you pop shit
And I don't want your opinion if you ain't got shit
We young ****, we winning I pull up, drop shit
Mob shit, with more keys than a locksmith
[Verse 4]
Lil' **** we don't rock the same clothes, fuck the same hos
'Cause it's levels to this shit (True)
Lil' **** we don't drive the same whips, we don't fuck the same chicks
'Cause it's levels to this shit (True)
Lil' **** we don't get the same paper, you a mufuckin' hater
Boy, it's levels to this shit (You)
Lil' **** 'cause it's levels to this shit (Who)
Lil' **** 'cause it's levels to this shit (Turn up)
Oh, lord
[Verse 5]
Damn Tommy, you ain't go not job (No job)
DC, we the mufuckin' mob (We the mob)
Young **** getting straight to the money
In a range with your honey, I pull up like ahh
I make them power moves with Jay and them
Them boys shooting don't play with them
Maybach, Rozay and them
Rolling down Collins, call Rugs hit the A with them
Compound **** live now
If it's the finals I'm balling like I'm LeBron now
I call up Odyssey tell them bitches to calm down
I treat the jet like a taxi way the way I'm flyin' 'round (Flyin' 'round)
And I don't fuck with no ****
If they don't fuck with my ****
And I ain't fucking no bitches
If they fucking my ****
[Verse 6]
Lil' **** we don't rock the same clothes, fuck the same hos
'Cause it's levels to this shit (True)
Lil' **** we don't drive the same whips, we don't fuck the same chicks
'Cause it's levels to this shit (True)
Lil' **** we don't get the same paper, you a mufuckin' hater
Boy, it's levels to this shit (You)
Lil' ****, 'cause it's levels to this shit (Who?)
Lil' ****, 'cause it's levels to this shit (Turn up)
Oh, lord
[Verse 7]
One time for the real **** (One time)
Two times for the bad bitches (Two times)
Y'all suckers be cuffing hos (Hos)
'Cause y'all suckers never had bitches (Naw)
I hit the dealer bought another Rolls (Skrrt)
That's the reason why you mad, ****? (Hater)
That's the reason why you hatin' on me? (Me?)
I love ballin', my bad, ****
'Cause it's levels to this shit (Shit)
Levels to this shit (Shit)
Can't fuck my ho, 'cause it's levels to this bitch
'Cause it's levels to this bitch
And the Birkin bag like a gold medal to this bitch
Lord, lord, lord, lord, hold up
[Verse 8]
Lil' **** we don't rock the same clothes, fuck the same hos
'Cause it's levels to this shit (True)
Lil' **** we don't drive the same whips, we don't fuck the same chicks
'Cause it's levels to this shit (True)
Lil' **** we don't get the same paper, you a mufuckin' hater
Boy, it's levels to this shit (You)
Lil' ****, 'cause it's levels to this shit (Who?)
Lil' ****, 'cause it's levels to this shit (Turn up)
Oh, lord
Written by: Brock "Steady" Korsan, Cardo Got Wings, Lamont Dozier, Robert Williams