[Intro: Meek Mill]
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
Aye, O, you feel me?

[Hook: Meek Mill]
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: Meek Mill]
‘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
30 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
[Hook: Meek Mill & Puff Daddy]
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 (yo, Meek)
Lil n***a, ‘cause it's levels to this shit (aye, yo, Meek, let me talk to these n***as man)
Lil n***a, ‘cause it's levels to this shit—oh Lord!

[Verse 2: Puff Daddy]
Yeah, take that, take that
One-point-two matte-black Maybach
Y'all n***as burnt out, racetrack
Bad boy, n***a, fuck around, bring mase back
Y'all n***as hate that, come and get rocky like A$AP
She poppin' on the Molly, she chase that
Red dot, blue dot, here ho, drink that
What up?
Half a milly in the bank
Afford a jet, spend a [?] in the tank
You lil' n***as couldn't last in this ring
Ayy, yo, n***a, I just bought me a bank
'Cause there's levels to this shit
Motherfucker, there's some levels to this shit
We talkin' money, I'm a veteran at this
Bad boy, rich n***as, we so heavy in this bitch
[Hook: Meek Mill & French Montana]
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 (hah, Montana) — oh Lord!

[Verse 3: French Montana]
When he talk about drums, have you met him with the shit?
Talk about climbing four levels with this shit
Your watch ain't even worth bezel on my shit
Two lumps on her ass, lookin' camel with this shit (hah)
Talk about the game, Slick Rick with the chains
Tim duckin' in the [?], [?] Davis with the aim (blah)
Hit n***as, paramedics zip n***as
Who you thought was real, n***a?
In the line of pickin' n***as
Started from the bottom, now we high on the hill
Started from a dollar, now them n***as makin' mills
Philly with the eagle with my n***a, Meek Mill
High like The Beatles on the perc, on the pills (hah)
We don't fuck with no bitch (hah)
Been fuckin' your bitch
We don't fuck with no n***a (hah)
They don't fuck with my n***as
[Hook: Meek Mill]
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!