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lirik lagu my level – clip 2.7.5.

verse 1 – clip275

you ain’t on my level
dipping the scene, pushin the pedal
stick with the team but im a rebel
45, pack of the green, i never settle
organized rap for the cream
i need a medal
hard rock sh-t. im talkin metal
f-cked up n-gga wit a past
duck the police when they’re commin for ya -ss
cuz mothaf-ckas always try to hold you down
can’t really f-ck with me, i told you clowns
i got a golden sound
i f-ck with zoe’s n pounds
trill city, n-gga. here to burn the crown
putting all this work up in my trunk
drop it on ya town & ima bump
everything from studios to funk
feet up on the throne that you’re never gonna debunk
my name is clip, i pack that clip
and bet i never slip that pistol grip, get pistol whipped
shoutout my n-gga nell & young renegade
brawvo, curry, champ – we sharper than some razor blades
i’m wildin in the coupe, you’re caught up in the loop
im sounding sicker everyday, somebody p-ss the soup
my body’s after loot, while your party packed with the boo’s
and i ain’t talkin liquor n-gga, im talkin bout pollutes”

hook
you ain’t on my level

verse 2 – yung simmie

you ain’t on the level that i’m on
2 double cups, yea im sippin’ on patron
i’m with 2 hoes, betta leave me alone
you whack n-ggas never smokin’ on strong
i can’t stop cuz a n-gga just prolong
i rolled a joint, yea that b-tch is so long
i hit that joint and a n-gga is so gone
i’m with the crew & we do what we do
2.7.5. b-tch, don’t forget the 2
you feel my vibe & you hear that att-tude
i mean mug, i ain’t even mad at you
i seen his girl so i had to bag her too
cuz im a mack, i do what i gotta do
and n-gga you ain’t on my level, who is you?
i pop pop with the pistol, now he through
she pop pop for the crew, she so loose
we sippin juice

hook
you ain’t on my level

verse 3 – clip275

chop drop
drop top
ride wit a n-gga gettin guap guap
put it in my dropbox
onslaught
k!llin every verse
i really feel like ima wild out’ now
high right now
charge a fine like pow
don’t give a f-ck
bite my style right now
i’m flyin off the top
wit no prop i drop
the realest sh-t you probably ever f-ckin heard, right now

cuz you ain’t on my level
i’m gettin green
cuz of the metal
i flex n keep on wit dinero
write my rhymes
my lyrics being settled over
couple duffle bags of the loochie
hova
couldn’t touch this
if you knew me
sober, wouldn’t be a way to go about such a thing
talkin sh-t like i ain’t bout to hit ya mama wit the bling
n-gga
pump pump
bigga
guns like what
bank accounts six figures
trunk bump phonk
cadillac , big picture n-gga now what?
cabbage patch l!ck
split a p-ssy n-gga like f-ck
get it?
probably not
u n-ggas probably hot
cuz u ain’t ever on the level that i always rock
got a 100 thousand reasons just to rep my own sh-t
got my logic n my reason so i rep my own clique
raider klan
red table
305 to the d-mn gables
we go live not a d-mn fable
kick it like a horse, n-gga i’m a d-mn stable
im outta my mind , but my pay stable
becuz i’m always gon grind
which u can’t relate to
fans hate u, fam never
keep em close by, i’m a vendetta
n you ain’t on my level

- clip 2 7 5

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