"Level Up" lyrics
Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go, uh
Came up in it, came up in it
JZAC shit, put my name all in it
When they never name drop, but the game authentic
I'ma be the top dog when the game all finished
Level up, level up
No offense but I'm always a level above
Confidence really a hell of a drug
Fuck three shots, is it level enough?
Going cuckoo like Gaga
Figured that I gotta do it proper
Pop a bottle, I'm a motherfucking monster
Born to be king, my papa Mufasa
Stop it
I'm about to pop an imposter to prosper
I apply pain, I'm Popeye-strog
Tryna get paid, want popstar profits
So when it pops off, bring the pro-pro-profits
Won't open the door, I gotta open it
In the craft like clay, boy, I'm molding it
I done never play dough, so don't joke a bit
Give a fuck about a hater, they can hold my dick
Hoopity habla is all I been hearing from all of these rappers who claiming they it
Claim you legit and you claiming you spit?
Pause, crickets, bitch
Yeah, just, uh
(Ayayayayayaaaaaaaa)
Just, just go ahead and, uh, bring that beat back
Fuck Buddha, I get Gouda
Caramel bitch doing Kama Sutra
In a parked car at a bar named Hoovers
Or Hooters, one of the two
I'm one in a mil, nah, one in a bil can't do it like I do it
Don't be stupid
A rapper as sick as myself is your influence
Roll around the city with my homies bumping my own shit
And you call it pretentious, I just call it free promotion, bitch
The volume's up obnoxiously, but what's all the commotion here?
All you fuckers boring, I'm just showing some emotion, bitch
Hit 'em with a little bit of rat-tat-tat flow
You know the fast flow, getting into rap mode
Poopoo platter rappers all pass plateau
I pass bars, you rappers pass go
Say you in it for the check, well, I'm in it for respect
Well, I'm wishing you the best
You about to get checked, 'cause I'm busting like a TEC
You could even wear a vest, but I'm aiming for your neck
I cook up, I'm the chef tonight
With my high-beams on, you tryna shed some light
But I couldn't stay long 'cause I left to write
I know this shit hands-down like my lefts and rights
So I'ma give a hand, goddamn, man, listen
I ain't wake up like a madman spittin'
So with energy [?]
[?] get up motivated and get it
It's that simple
Came up in it, came up in it
JZAC shit, put my name all in it
When they never name drop, but the game authentic
I'ma be the top dog when the game all finished
Level up, level up
No offense but I'm always a level above
Confidence really a hell of a drug
Fuck three shots, is it level enough?
Going cuckoo like Gaga
Figured that I gotta do it proper
Pop a bottle, I'm a motherfucking monster
Born to be king, my papa Mufasa
Stop it
I'm about to pop an imposter to prosper
I apply pain, I'm Popeye-strog
Tryna get paid, want popstar profits
So when it pops off, bring the pro-pro-profits
Won't open the door, I gotta open it
In the craft like clay, boy, I'm molding it
I done never play dough, so don't joke a bit
Give a fuck about a hater, they can hold my dick
Hoopity habla is all I been hearing from all of these rappers who claiming they it
Claim you legit and you claiming you spit?
Pause, crickets, bitch
Yeah, just, uh
(Ayayayayayaaaaaaaa)
Just, just go ahead and, uh, bring that beat back
Fuck Buddha, I get Gouda
Caramel bitch doing Kama Sutra
In a parked car at a bar named Hoovers
Or Hooters, one of the two
I'm one in a mil, nah, one in a bil can't do it like I do it
Don't be stupid
A rapper as sick as myself is your influence
Roll around the city with my homies bumping my own shit
And you call it pretentious, I just call it free promotion, bitch
The volume's up obnoxiously, but what's all the commotion here?
All you fuckers boring, I'm just showing some emotion, bitch
Hit 'em with a little bit of rat-tat-tat flow
You know the fast flow, getting into rap mode
Poopoo platter rappers all pass plateau
I pass bars, you rappers pass go
Say you in it for the check, well, I'm in it for respect
Well, I'm wishing you the best
You about to get checked, 'cause I'm busting like a TEC
You could even wear a vest, but I'm aiming for your neck
I cook up, I'm the chef tonight
With my high-beams on, you tryna shed some light
But I couldn't stay long 'cause I left to write
I know this shit hands-down like my lefts and rights
So I'ma give a hand, goddamn, man, listen
I ain't wake up like a madman spittin'
So with energy [?]
[?] get up motivated and get it
It's that simple
