Levels

[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, fuck 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 niggas 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 shit 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
Niggas 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 niggas in one, that's real loops
Weird nigga that buns, that's real food
Fake niggas 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 niggas that front like
"Ghetto ain't known to be in the main road"
Even when there isn't, it ain't cold
We're niggas 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
Niggas 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