Level Up (feat. D'andre Adonis)

King king All praise to the most high Much love to the most fly Elevate ‘til I fucking die Mind on my heart on my Stomach I’m running it Elevating never dumbing it down I’m try'na be the ringleader Y’all wanna be the clowns 32nd time I screwed up I said “I ain’t screwing up no more” I was putting up a bunch of walls Now I’m saying “f*ck it” busting down the doors I’m only try'na be the best I don’t see y’all getting any better Bitch I graduated to chess Meanwhile y’all are still playing checkers So y’all can sit lethargic while I’m running hard on these records A year ago I was pitying myself Now I’m pushing an agenda I was the underdog wolf cub Now I’m try'na be the king of the pack Pushing my pawns to the back rank And I ain’t never looking back So this is not the same kid from Hunt This the king that’s steady coming up This the king with the vision The vision of bringing the paradigm up Bitch I’m try'na bring up the village the city The culture the children the youth F*ck being isolated in a chamber Now I’m sitting on the roof N***a I’m grinding where I’m at You still try'na find me where I was You still try'na figure out Hunt Even though that wave is done N***a I’m leveling up Throw your hands in the sky You either live or you die (Live or you die) N***a you cannot deny I’m elevated I can fly (I can fly) Gotta level up Gotta level up N***a I might parallel Double park my Altima like it’s Bugatti I'ma flex on ‘everyone with nothing You out here tripping because you don’t got it Tripping pretending you have it Rapping just to be a rapper My n***a that’s a nasty habit You try'na flex with faux money and fashion To mask the fact you lacking talent I wouldn’t piss on you peons And let think you think you the shit Acting rough and tough Until it comes around And you turn into a bitch It’s so upsetting how these n****s Aren’t on my level Climb up your ego you finna get leveled Your mentality is fucking disheveled But let me ask a little riddle If another nice white man Belittles me tripping calling me articulate And I get mad and turn n*****ish Then which one of us is ignorant? They never expect my intelligence “Oh my god this n*****r’s incredible” Are you surprised? Did you expect that The blacky rapper’s intellect would be terrible? I know the game they got me playing They expecting me to fail Because I’m a KXSTXWXY And Babylon don’t let the KXSTXWXYs prevail Wanna keep me idle at the base level Wanna lock me down so I’m stuck So I’ll hit every check point Murder every boss Whatever I gotta do to level up King! King! Throw your hands in the sky You either live or you die (Live or you die) N***a you cannot deny I’m elevated I can fly (I can fly) Gotta level up Gotta level up Throw your hands in the sky You either live or you die (live or you die) N***a you cannot deny I’m elevated I can fly (I can fly) Gotta level up Gotta level up My flow is toxic just like The pills that they popping Inhaling toxins hotboxing the car With that awkward oxygen Sometimes you can’t pronounce All the pills that the children popping And children is popping off with shots And letting bodies drop Look at all the poison The poison Babylon love to glorify I seen too many damn hashtags For too many homicides Giving my brothers and sisters The guns and drugs All the tools for a genocide Popping arsenic From the pharmacists I think they addicted to suicide Y’all might as well pop sum cyanide “Nah n***a that shit would be death” But if you pop enough Percocets You’ll experience the same effect So where do y’all draw the line? After sniffing a couple of lines Or after your heart is stopping And your body dropping And you feel yourself going blind I got middle school friends popping Xans Suburban dope boy spending bands Saying “f*ck school” try'na act cool ‘Till they put sum cuffs around they hands Kids are getting killed at school Babylon basically giving them guns Politicians acting sorry for ‘em But still accepting the NRA funds Damn it we gotta be better ourselves Cuz the grown world won’t help They don’t give a f*ck about What happens to you When you pull that liquor off the shelf I swear Generation Z we fucking ourselves But who am I to judge I just pray every day that one day Y’all will drop this bullshit and level up