Levels

Yeah yeah, look, aye

Yeah I do it for my city

The triple fucking D

I triple-deke these pussies, like I'm watching mighty D

Call up Bombay, ain't no wrong way, when you call me, Charlie Conway with the knuckle puck

I don't give a fuck, yeah I'm going nuts

Never really had that much

What's the fuss, you don't even have the slightest clue or really know what's up

Bout to blow it up, back the fuck on up

Before you get scorched like a fucking blow torch

No remorse, I'm coming for your throat

I'm the equalizer creeping up up on the low