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[Intro]
This shit crazy, hahaha
(He talks in a loud blustery manner)
Hahaha

[Chorus]
I'm on a whole nother level, I'm on a whole nother level
I'm on a whole nother level, I'm on a whole nother level
I'm on a whole nother level, I'm on a whole nother level
I'm on a whole nother level, I'm on a whole nother level
I'm on a whole nother level

[Verse 1]
My bitch is the baddest and prettiest ever, so I'm gon' put her on a pedestal
Niggas keep talkin', they say they gon' pull up, we shoot [?] with the leather
Most of these niggas be hatin', they jealous, if I was you, I could never
That's why I'm on another level
Spittin' these rhymes, yeah, they clever
Break out the bank, count up these hundreds, ain't tryna fuck with Thomas Edison's
We flippin' these bricks when we pull up
Geekin', we all off the medicine
Can't trust a nigga, they be tellin'
But me, my nigga, I could never
That's why I'm on another level
All y'all rats like Mickey Mouse
Can't fuck with these niggas, they steady be goofy
Nigga said he gon' shoot me
Pull up to your block, nigga, come shoot me
Treat him like fast food with this two piece
Right off the dome, nigga, I go stupid
Choppa hold twenty rounds, bitch, you stupid
That nigga the weakest link, he a loose leaf
Takin' these percs, feel like Frankenstein, I'm alive again
Burner phone boomin', AP and my IP stay hidin'
Fuckin' these bitches, cut them off like a phone line on Verizon
Bro told me he shot that nigga, we'll just keep it in private

[Verse 2]
She want a ring, like Melo
Baby workin' in them shell toes
[?] like Velcro
[?] crack niggas, they're real bold
Shoot him in his heart, fuck his soul
Bullets turn him to a scarecrow
Said he got money, you're damn wrong
All these niggas pocket watchin', yeah, he better watch it
Get hit with that pipe though
This choppa gon' let bygones be bygones
Bullets hit him, now he floatin' to the sun
Bitch, I'm a killer, like [?]
That nigga got shot and he's dead wrong
And yeah I mean it when he's dead wrong
Shoot him like T.I., he's dead and gone
He dead on these streets, like a marathon
I run it up, run it up with the cleats
He run it up with the heat, turn it up
You can't really compete with none of us
Like nigga losin' his mind, he fuckin' up
Diamonds on my wrist, time really is expensive
So I ain't got time to be fuckin' up

[Bridge]
Mm, mm, so I ain't got time to be fuckin' up
Mm, mm, so I ain't got time to be fuckin' up
Mm, mm, and you better know that

[Outro]
(He talks in a loud blustery manner)

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