New Level Lyrics

I cant go back to my old ways , Even tho i miss the old days

Did what i had to do i hustled made that score change

Bro jus pass the ball handle the rock i shoot from close range

Put myself around some winners i cant hang around wit no names

We gone take it all, Bet it all on me then I'm gone play the cards

Say i gotta show niggas the ropes so I'm jus taking charge

Raise the bar , We gone shoot a movie ima play the star

Make it far, Came from food stamps don't say we living large

I gotta grind, 24 7 days a week so i don't got the time

Gotta hustle for it got tired of seeing my momma cry

They had certain shells jus for the beef when it was taco time

Im that one that niggas called on when shit got outta line

I saved niggas, I put niggas on to this shit i swear i made niggas

Momma she was scared cause i was hangin round wit grave diggers

She know ima changed nigga, let a nigga play its belt to ass you know we spank niggas

You gotta think bigger, Keep on throwing shots but ion drink liquor

They paint pictures, Tryna act hard i swear i hate niggas

Thats not you, They say I'm top 2 but I'm not 2

Im riding for my brothers, They don't got you like i got you

Thats a fact tho, I got this shit in trap mode

I cant stop grinding til my pockets look like a fat hoes

I know niggas really in that field that like to tag toes

See boogers in that .44 mag shit gotta fat nose

My phone flying in the air so you cant reach me

Learned this on my own i swear aint nobody teach me

Bad bitches tryna freak me, They get nasty

When i aint have shit they walk right pass me

Now i got it ion show it im not flashy, Whats the point of that

Sometimes i feel like whats the point of trap

I put my all into this shit i swear its more than rap

Fuck a M cause i need more than that, She spoil me ill spoil her back

Shooters they declaring for the draft they throwing bullets like a quarterback

Its been too long, I jus gotta move on

Glock 9 put titties on that bitch she got a boob job

Times be gettin too hard, Been stressful writing new songs

No matter if im tryna make it right i always do wrong

And i don't fear no man i only fear god, I put on just for my squad

I left that block and got a job, Yea But fuck it tho

She tryna link but ion trust it tho and she fucked the bro so tell me, Why would i even cuff this hoe

I jus wanna blow like, Yea i need the bills like no buffalo

Who want the smoke, Ill get this shit lit like we was jumpin rope

Yea i played ball but that shit broke me when I stopped

And i almost lost my life was 17 up in that car

I been rapping since a kid in middle school that was my start

Ian stoppin till i see my name listed on that chart

And we gone go up, Make the whole world know us

I wont sign a deal I'm independent watch me blow up

Yea

I really gambled my soul, I knew niggas throwing flags before they knew bout a pole

Used to wanna drive that Honda before knew bout a rolls

I know niggas played wit sticks before they went and bought a stone

I was hurt it broke my bones, I got that call up on my phone

I couldn't even shed a tear i jus wanna be alone

I was yelling at my peers had to learn to watch my tone

I was hurting at the moment now I'm locked in in the zone

I cant go back to my old ways , Even tho i miss the old days

Did what i had to do i hustled made that score change

Bro jus pass the ball handle the rock i shoot from close range

Put myself around some winners i cant hang around wit no names

We gone take it all, Bet it all on me then I'm gone play the cards

Say i gotta show niggas the ropes so I'm jus taking charge

Raise the bar , We gone shoot a movie ima play the star

Make it far, Came from food stamps don't say we living large