[Intro]

Deephartt Beats

VVS Melody

[Chorus]

I tried to hold you close, I felt like I was beggin'

Now that murder what she wrote, seem like your profession

That look that's on your face as good as your confession

I been runnin' on my own, just for my protection

I been clutchin' on my chrome, the only thing I settle

How many floors do I gotta reach to see I'm up in levels? (Up in levels)

How many floors do I gotta reach to see I'm up in levels?

[Verse 1]

It's a long road, dream chasin', yeah, I know, skeen patient

I ain't into lean wastin', Balenciaga, Balmain

Prada with these green faces

TS on the raod, what I been sellin' for these green pasteds

I been tryna pour out all my pain, but it seem wasted

And my heart vacant

I come from the bottom where they rob you 'fore your flex somethin'

I come from the bottom where they rob you 'fore your check come

Stretch him, stretch him, and stretch him

Uh, yeah, I gave 'em game but he sold it (But he sold it)

Uh, sometimes I feel like my world is closin' (My world is closin')

Uh, you done left my heart inside the open

I wonder who said that love is chosen (Is chosen)

Uh, I only give my heart up if you hold it

Uh, I been tryna live inside the moment

Uh, lookin' at our pictures and it's golden (It's golden)

Yeah, I been pourin' ounces of the hope

[Chorus]

Tried to hold you close, I felt like I was beggin'

Now that murder what she wrote, seem like your profession

That look that's on your face as good as your confession

I been runnin' on my own, just for my protection

I been clutchin' on my chrome, the only thing I settle

How many floors do I gotta reach to see I'm up in levels? (Up in levels, to see I'm up in levels)

How many floors do I gotta reach to see I'm up in levels?

[Verse 2]

Uh, phone ring, cal, call he comin' back with bricks (With bricks)

I wish I would break a bone and give it to a bitch (To a bitch)

Uh, seh ask me why my phone ring so much I'm gettin' rich? (Yeah)

Trap after trap, it's like flip after flip (Come on)

Uh, I know how they sayin', "He sold but he ain't have shit"

Young ticket, came up on his mission, March Madness

Every time you trick on these hoes you givin' rations

I done got it all with this fashion

She only wanna call when I'm cashin'

I been tryna put it on the wall, what I'm rappin'

Every time you said we had it all, you was cappin'

Nowadays it feels like when we love, it's jut actin'

I been tryna suit up for the real shit (Suit up for the real shit)

I get high as fuck alone and try deal with it (And try deal with it)

Brodie call my phone and wanna kill shit

I know these niggas see me like a meal ticket

[Chorus]

I tried to hold you close, I felt like I was beggin'

Now that murder what she wrote, seem like your profession

That look that's on your face as good as your confession

I been runnin' on my own, just for my protection

I been clutchin' on my chrome, the only thing I settle

How many floors do I gotta reach to see I'm up in levels? (Up in levels)

How many floors do I gotta reach to see I'm up in levels?