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Weyo Weyo Wey Ay Weyo Weyo We Ay ay aye Go! Bank shot Drop it its gon pop Ain't no question if it may pop You never in my lane right Practice make perfect what is practice when you're A.I Get paid to create lines Spend my days dreaming out my dreams on my day job You could never be the same guy Both taking off but I'm more like a plane you a hang glide Cop Chuck Norris, I'm the top dog All over the chicken like I'm hot sauce Tell em all to stop, they my knock offs I school em with the work like I'm Job Corp Foot on you rap niggas tonsils Kill em when I don't even try to Had to make so much of em history, I could probably open a museum Don't make me make you a fossil I broke em while a flow Y'all want smoke then I got smoke They say skill in repetition make the best guess I'm the offspring of them both That's word to every word I spit niggas gonna see curtains If the winning is depending on working, y'all not deserving it I got my point across in this verse already Still I'm switching the words to continue murdering my mission to Reach the pinnacle, average dudes can't see I need a different view With a whole new wave that I can swim into With a whole new surface I can dig into Competition is who I consider crew Took the spot while y'all wait for permission to Keep on bragging boast until I had to sacrifice a goat Like a satanic ritual, Woo Straight to the top, I'ma lock it Stomp on the comp like a mosh pit Flyer in a pilot in a cockpit Getting to the bag like I shoplift Got a new bag for the deal Got the city on my back, never slack, never will Put the family on the map while you're slack and you chill I'll make a skid mark blacking on the track like a wheel Level up, level up, level up Got my wins and my cheddar up Fuck one ring, need a second one Third one, fourth one, et cetera I'm in a place that you never was Why get mad, you can get better, bruh Step out your feelings and step it up Level up, level up, level up Got my wins and my cheddar up Fuck one ring, need a second one Third one, fourth one, et cetera I'm in a place that you never was Why get mad, you can get better, bruh Step out your feelings and step it up Level up, level up, level up Fly like a pilot in a cockpit Stop kid, you can never stop this You can level up forever, never top this I come from the sky, I'm a prophet Yeah, I got it locked kid, kill em, I never heard of a ceiling The feeling is kinda different when it's my shit Bed Stuy kid, still I'm on that Pac shit, uh Spittin' at the camera, get off my hold up, yeah I be beastin' on the mic, I'm the king, yeah get it right Everything y'all little niggas tryna do me I done probably did it twice, Flu Swagger is sick, bigger pad, better whip Not to brag, bigger chips, bigger bag, badder chick And my diamonds is sick Look at the flick of my wrist Look at the wrist on my cliq It feel like I never miss Told my son his swag his dad fault Got him dabbin' on the catwalk Busy tatting' up the passport I don't wanna talk if it ain't bag talk Watch your mouth when you around kings, boy You ain't qualified to backtalk Tell me what these haters mad for They don't wanna take it that far Run up on them like I'm King James Tryna smack that shit against the backboard Runnin', it must be the sneakers, my level up Got all these dudes tryna be us, I got all the keys I can tell you the secrets, we speak it, believe it Receive it, repeat it Straight to the top, I'ma lock it Stomp on the comp like a mosh pit Flyer than a pilot in the cockpit Gettin to the bag like I shoplift Got a new bag for the deal, put the city on my back Never slack, never will, put the family on the map While you slack and you chill, makin' skid marks blacking on the track like a wheel Level up, level up, level up Got my wins and my chatter up Fuck one, ring me the second one Third one, fourth one etc I'm in a place that you never was Why get mad, you can get better pra Step out your feelings and step it up Level up, level up, level up Got my wins and my chatter up Fuck one, ring me the second one Third one, fourth one etc I'm in a place that you never was Why get mad, you can get better pra Step out your feelings and step it up Level up, level up, level up
Writer(s): Jerrod Bishop Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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