Level Up - Intellectual

(Hook)

When you possess a gem fingers on you

Quietly they gon’ tiptoe after you

They’ll aim at you to make headshots

That’s what happened when Esco signed a contract

Bought me some cheese you niqqas moused it all up

I take no joke, these days I’m growing up

Experience teaching me lessons to climb the walls up

Ain’t no falling back, i’ma level up

(Verse)

Lately been on beats, making money and after fame shit

Never had a word from my true friends I’m thinking shit

Feeling I’m so heartless and so merciless to do that shit

Maybe that’s the reason, ‘coz I have a missing recipe

Forgive me father here I come and humble, kneeling on my knees

Praying every single day that you sweep away my addiction

That you bring me back to the me who was young and happy

I been having Deja Vu for days I can tell my future

I been daydreaming, matter of fact lucid dreaming

That niqqas running after me to chop down the king shit

Man I got no beef with no niqqa in the game, facts

Bulls got some beef and i’ma slaughter ‘cuz I got no friends

Look what I’m talking ‘bout it makes me scream so loud

Boy we got alotta fraud in the cloud, no doubt

A higher percentage of niqqas suffer cyber bulling now they wanna talk about he streets that they rule it

Don’t be mad at me, I’m a lecturer with no degree

I never went to school, but I’m busy schooling these niqqas

I can teach you how to rap and trap or how to be a thug

But you won’t gain a shit lemme teach you good behavior

Never done a diss track, I don’t wanna be distracted

Bulls got some beef and i’ma slaughter, I’m allergic

I’m one of you, matter of fact I’m a victim, these niqqas thinking they tough

But i’ma say to you, all that shit will not impress me

Ain’t no room for practice when you’re feeling like you the worst

Carry all that shame, put it in the trash, fight and win

I done made mistakes alotta times, shit is regular

When I’m down I get up with some oversized courage

Feelings ain’t the same even when you stick on same thing

Ain’t talking bout neighbors coz they got nothing to live for

Big dreams, I need kill force

You be sleeping while I’m under pressure on the first floor

We been under pressure, we were cold lately

So much to loose, we still chasing all this papers lately

I don’t rest I go to hustle on a daily

Ups and downs, money counts, missing pretty ladies

If I stay flexing with no grinding I’ma loose

If I stay kicking I know that we finna loose

I don’t be crashing haters, feel like beefing’s of no use

I’m just like all dem crips who done said they need no truce