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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyrone Briggs
Songwriter
Jerrod Bishop
Songwriter
Lyrics
Weyo Weyo Wey
Ay
Weyo Weyo We
Ay ay aye
Go!
Bank shot
Drop it its gon pop
Ain't no question if it may pop
You never in my lane right
Practice make perfect what is practice when you're A.I
Get paid to create lines
Spend my days dreaming out my dreams on my day job
You could never be the same guy
Both taking off but I'm more like a plane you a hang glide
Cop Chuck Norris, I'm the top dog
All over the chicken like I'm hot sauce
Tell em all to stop, they my knock offs
I school em with the work like I'm Job Corp
Foot on you rap niggas tonsils
Kill em when I don't even try to
Had to make so much of em history, I could probably open a museum
Don't make me make you a fossil
I broke em while a flow
Y'all want smoke then I got smoke
They say skill in repetition make the best guess
I'm the offspring of them both
That's word to every word I spit niggas gonna see curtains
If the winning is depending on working, y'all not deserving it
I got my point across in this verse already
Still I'm switching the words to continue murdering my mission to
Reach the pinnacle, average dudes can't see I need a different view
With a whole new wave that I can swim into
With a whole new surface I can dig into
Competition is who I consider crew
Took the spot while y'all wait for permission to
Keep on bragging boast until I had to sacrifice a goat
Like a satanic ritual, Woo
Straight to the top, I'ma lock it
Stomp on the comp like a mosh pit
Flyer in a pilot in a cockpit
Getting to the bag like I shoplift
Got a new bag for the deal
Got the city on my back, never slack, never will
Put the family on the map while you're slack and you chill
I'll make a skid mark blacking on the track like a wheel
Level up, level up, level up
Got my wins and my cheddar up
Fuck one ring, need a second one
Third one, fourth one, et cetera
I'm in a place that you never was
Why get mad, you can get better, bruh
Step out your feelings and step it up
Level up, level up, level up
Got my wins and my cheddar up
Fuck one ring, need a second one
Third one, fourth one, et cetera
I'm in a place that you never was
Why get mad, you can get better, bruh
Step out your feelings and step it up
Level up, level up, level up
Fly like a pilot in a cockpit
Stop kid, you can never stop this
You can level up forever, never top this
I come from the sky, I'm a prophet
Yeah, I got it locked kid, kill em, I never heard of a ceiling
The feeling is kinda different when it's my shit
Bed Stuy kid, still I'm on that Pac shit, uh
Spittin' at the camera, get off my hold up, yeah
I be beastin' on the mic, I'm the king, yeah get it right
Everything y'all little niggas tryna do me I done probably did it twice, Flu
Swagger is sick, bigger pad, better whip
Not to brag, bigger chips, bigger bag, badder chick
And my diamonds is sick
Look at the flick of my wrist
Look at the wrist on my cliq
It feel like I never miss
Told my son his swag his dad fault
Got him dabbin' on the catwalk
Busy tatting' up the passport
I don't wanna talk if it ain't bag talk
Watch your mouth when you around kings, boy
You ain't qualified to backtalk
Tell me what these haters mad for
They don't wanna take it that far
Run up on them like I'm King James
Tryna smack that shit against the backboard
Runnin', it must be the sneakers, my level up
Got all these dudes tryna be us, I got all the keys
I can tell you the secrets, we speak it, believe it Receive it, repeat it
Straight to the top, I'ma lock it
Stomp on the comp like a mosh pit
Flyer than a pilot in the cockpit
Gettin to the bag like I shoplift
Got a new bag for the deal, put the city on my back
Never slack, never will, put the family on the map
While you slack and you chill, makin' skid marks
blacking on the track like a wheel
Level up, level up, level up
Got my wins and my chatter up
Fuck one, ring me the second one
Third one, fourth one etc
I'm in a place that you never was
Why get mad, you can get better pra
Step out your feelings and step it up
Level up, level up, level up
Got my wins and my chatter up
Fuck one, ring me the second one
Third one, fourth one etc
I'm in a place that you never was
Why get mad, you can get better pra
Step out your feelings and step it up
Level up, level up, level up
Writer(s): Jerrod Bishop
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