[Intro]
See, it's brackets, n***a
Them hoes ain't fuckin' you
'Cause you ain't in that bracket, n***a
Learn life, it's levels to this shit, young boy
Ayy, O, you feel me?

[Chorus]
Lil' n***a, we don't rock the same clothes
Fuck the same hoes, 'cause it's levels to this shit
Lil' n***a, we don't drive the same whips
We don't fuck the same chicks, 'cause it's levels to this shit
Lil' n***a, we don't get the same paper
You a motherfuckin' hater, boy, it's levels to this shit
Lil' n***a, 'cause it's levels to this shit
Lil' n***a, 'cause it's levels to this shit—oh Lord!

[Verse 1]
'Cause it's levels to this shit, levels to this shit
Can't fuck my ho, 'cause it's levels to this bitch
And I be rockin' Prada like a devil in this bitch
And a Birkin bag like a gold medal to this bitch
And I'm heavy as it get
Shinin' like a motherfuckin' bezel on my wrist
All my n***as mobbin' so we heavy in this bitch
Thirty grand for the Muller, that's a Chevy on my wrist
Woo! Cocaine Mulsanne
Young n***a blowin' up; Kurt Cobain—boom!
Skatin' on them like I'm Lil Wayne
And this 458 don't do the lil' lane—vroom!
Swerve on 'em, n***as gotta nerve on 'em
'Cause I heard the feds got him and he had them birds on him
But a n***a back home and now n***as roll with him
Caught a case, what you think? N***a fuckin' told on him
I ain't get my shit snatched yet
You ain't get your bitch back yet
One call, n***as aim that TEC
Blood drawn, headshot, n***a brains on step
Hot shit if you pop shit
And I don't want your opinion if you ain't got shit
We young n***as, we winnin', I pull up, drop shit
Mob shit, with more keys than a locksmith
[Chorus]
Lil' n***a, we don't rock the same clothes
Fuck the same hoes, 'cause it's levels to this shit
Lil' n***a, we don't drive the same whips
We don't fuck the same chicks, 'cause it's levels to this shit
Lil' n***a, we don't get the same paper
You a motherfuckin' hater, boy, it's levels to this shit
Lil' n***a, 'cause it's levels to this shit
Lil' n***a, 'cause it's levels to this shit—oh Lord!

[Verse 2]
Damn, Tommy, you ain't got no job!
DC, we the motherfuckin' mob
Young n***a gettin' straight to the money
In a Range with your honey, I pull up, like, "Ahh!"
I make them power moves with Jay and them
Them boys shootin', don't play with them
Maybach, Rozay and them
Rollin' down Collins, call Rugs, hit the A with them
Compound n***as live now
If it's the finals I'm ballin' like I'm LeBron now
I call up Onyx and tell them bitches to calm down
I treat the jet like a taxi the way I'm flyin' round
And I don't fuck with no n***as
If they don't fuck with my n***as
And I ain't fuckin' no bitches, if they fuckin' my n***as
[Chorus]
Lil' n***a, we don't rock the same clothes
Fuck the same hoes, 'cause it's levels to this shit
Lil' n***a, we don't drive the same whips
We don't fuck the same chicks, 'cause it's levels to this shit
Lil' n***a, we don't get the same paper
You a motherfuckin' hater, boy, it's levels to this shit
Lil' n***a, 'cause it's levels to this shit
Lil' n***a, 'cause it's levels to this shit—oh Lord!

[Verse 3]
One time for the real n***as
Two times for the bad bitches
Y'all suckas be cuffin' hoes
'Cause y'all suckas never had bitches
I hit the dealer, bought another Rolls
That's the reason why you mad, n***a?
That's the reason why you hatin' on me?
I love ballin'—my bad, n***a
'Cause it's levels to this shit, levels to this shit
Can't fuck my ho, 'cause it's levels to this bitch
'Cause it's levels to this bitch
And a Birkin bag like a gold medal to this bitch
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, hold up!

[Chorus]
Lil' n***a, we don't rock the same clothes
Fuck the same hoes, 'cause it's levels to this shit
Lil' n***a, we don't drive the same whips
We don't fuck the same chicks, 'cause it's levels to this shit
Lil' n***a, we don't get the same paper
You a motherfuckin' hater, boy, it's levels to this shit
Lil' n***a, 'cause it's levels to this shit
Lil' n***a, 'cause it's levels to this shit—oh Lord!