Levels (Freestyle)

[Verse 1] Militia the clique, you know the mission the money You fuck around with my niggas, I'll put the clip in your tummy Don't want no niggas that's not about it, that hype me for nothing I've got a case that's still open, I'll leave you light if you want it I said it's levels to this shit, peddlin' this shit He's never seen a bezel with so many pebbles in this shit A rebel in a suit, I ain't here to settle for this shit ‘Fore I fuck her, I'd rather put a kettle on my dick You might be vexed, I'll turn your wifey ex I'm ridin' through the BX, the stretch like 3-X I call my pop PG, Tune call me CG Welcome back home Turk, BG gotta be next I'm in Philly with my DC niggas Me and O'Malley pro method promethazine sippers Rollin', unloaded, the rider beside her How to respond if I lit the green, nigga? You don't wanna smoke… Tell these niggas to tell all they bitches I'm back Murder thought… Tell one of these bitches I'm the shit, matter of fact Bar for bar, ya'll niggas is behind I'll put your career in prison any time I'm my own government And I'm only runnin' with one rule: no sucker shit Rob niggas in the public Beat they eyes back&blue then ask if they seen who they fuckin' with And the Militia? Suck a dick, pretty trick …wear the Depends and the dentures like you mother's mother, bitch Never been too proud to beg ‘Cause I'm too high for pride when I move out the bed I'm up, 'cause sleep is a luxury I can't afford If I ain't lookin' tired, then you ain't gotta be scared I'm a nightmare…