[Intro]

See, it's brackets, nigga

Them hoes ain't fuckin' you

'Cause you ain't in that bracket, nigga

Learn life, it's levels to this shit, young boy

Ayy, O, you feel me?

[Chorus]

Lil' nigga, we don't rock the same clothes

Fuck the same hoes, 'cause it's levels to this shit

Lil' nigga, we don't drive the same whips

We don't fuck the same chicks, 'cause it's levels to this shit

Lil' nigga, we don't get the same paper

You a motherfuckin' hater, boy, it's levels to this shit

Lil' nigga, 'cause it's levels to this shit

Lil' nigga, 'cause it's levels to this shit—oh Lord!

[Verse 1]

'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 a devil in this bitch

And a Birkin bag like a gold medal to this bitch

And I'm heavy as it get

Shinin' like a motherfuckin' bezel on my wrist

All my niggas mobbin' so we heavy in this bitch

Thirty grand for the Muller, that's a Chevy on my wrist

Woo! Cocaine Mulsanne

Young nigga blowin' up; Kurt Cobain—boom!

Skatin' on them like I'm Lil Wayne

And this 458 don't do the lil' lane—vroom!

Swerve on 'em, niggas gotta nerve on 'em

'Cause I heard the feds got him and he had them birds on him

But a nigga back home and now niggas roll with him

Caught a case, what you think? Nigga fuckin' told on him

I ain't get my shit snatched yet

You ain't get your bitch back yet

One call, niggas aim that TEC

Blood drawn, headshot, nigga brains on step

Hot shit if you pop shit

And I don't want your opinion if you ain't got shit

We young niggas, we winnin', I pull up, drop shit

Mob shit, with more keys than a locksmith

[Chorus]

Lil' nigga, we don't rock the same clothes

Fuck the same hoes, 'cause it's levels to this shit

Lil' nigga, we don't drive the same whips

We don't fuck the same chicks, 'cause it's levels to this shit

Lil' nigga, we don't get the same paper

You a motherfuckin' hater, boy, it's levels to this shit

Lil' nigga, 'cause it's levels to this shit

Lil' nigga, 'cause it's levels to this shit—oh Lord!

[Verse 2]

Damn, Tommy, you ain't got no job!

DC, we the motherfuckin' mob

Young nigga gettin' 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 shootin', don't play with them

Maybach, Rozay and them

Rollin' down Collins, call Rugs, hit the A with them

Compound niggas live now

If it's the finals I'm ballin' like I'm LeBron now

I call up Onyx and tell them bitches to calm down

I treat the jet like a taxi the way I'm flyin' round

And I don't fuck with no niggas

If they don't fuck with my niggas

And I ain't fuckin' no bitches, if they fuckin' my niggas

[Chorus]

Lil' nigga, we don't rock the same clothes

Fuck the same hoes, 'cause it's levels to this shit

Lil' nigga, we don't drive the same whips

We don't fuck the same chicks, 'cause it's levels to this shit

Lil' nigga, we don't get the same paper

You a motherfuckin' hater, boy, it's levels to this shit

Lil' nigga, 'cause it's levels to this shit

Lil' nigga, 'cause it's levels to this shit—oh Lord!

[Verse 3]

One time for the real niggas

Two times for the bad bitches

Y'all suckas be cuffin' hoes

'Cause y'all suckas never had bitches

I hit the dealer, bought another Rolls

That's the reason why you mad, nigga?

That's the reason why you hatin' on me?

I love ballin'—my bad, nigga

'Cause it's levels to this shit, levels to this shit

Can't fuck my ho, 'cause it's levels to this bitch

'Cause it's levels to this bitch

And a Birkin bag like a gold medal to this bitch

Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, hold up!

[Chorus]

Lil' nigga, we don't rock the same clothes

Fuck the same hoes, 'cause it's levels to this shit

Lil' nigga, we don't drive the same whips

We don't fuck the same chicks, 'cause it's levels to this shit

Lil' nigga, we don't get the same paper

You a motherfuckin' hater, boy, it's levels to this shit

Lil' nigga, 'cause it's levels to this shit

Lil' nigga, 'cause it's levels to this shit—oh Lord!