Level Up - Intellectual

Hook

We on so we can’t let up

Everybody’s fed up

Do not let that broke boy trick you baby it’s a set up

Breezys we got several

They hotter than the devil

Left em in the rear view

We on another level

Verse;

L’s we never take those

Backs we gotta break those

I got a cousin ming ming

And she can really paint toes

I’m the local hero

My cares are down at zero

We money chasin nascar racin tryna get dinero

I be blowin through some paper more o’s than a cheerio

They can barely touch me but i promise they don’t feel me tho

All this stressin got me thinking they gon try to kill me bro

They hate me at the top so i just knock em now they kneelin hoe

Everybody wanna taste until it is a bitter taste

We are like the plastic surgeons putting noses in your face

Call me lil tay k cause i run the game like it’s the race

Call me gps because i’m putting niggas in they place

Get the money stupid fast then throw it in the gucci bag

People talkin down on me except me to be cool with that

Llamy like a wig cause all i really do it pull it back

Saw him tryna get the strap

What you finna do with that ?

All you finna really do is mess around and get me mad

Imma need a father’s day reward because i am your dad

Bet you if i gave this up haters would be super glad

But i can’t leave the game rn cause everybody else is trash

Let me shout out cia cause they are movin up the scale

Let me shout out siproby cause that boy is just grinding grail

Let me shout out payday thatś my brother and he´s cold as hell