Levels (Remix) Meek Mill (Ft. Diddy & French Montana)

[Intro: Meek Mill]
See, it's brackets, nigga
Them hoes ain't fuckin' you
‘Cause you ain't in that bracket, nigga
Learn life, it's levels to this shit, young boy
Aye, O, you feel me?

[Hook: Meek Mill]
Lil nigga, we don't rock the same clothes
Fuck the same hoes, ‘cause it's levels to this shit
Lil nigga, we don't drive the same whips
We don't fuck the same chicks, ‘cause it's levels to this shit
Lil nigga, we don't get the same paper
You a motherfuckin' hater, boy, it's levels to this shit
Lil nigga, ‘cause it's levels to this shit
Lil nigga, ‘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 niggas mobbin' so we heavy in this bitch
30 grand for the Muller, that's a Chevy on my wrist
Woo! Cocaine Mulsanne
Young nigga 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, niggas gotta nerve on 'em
‘Cause I heard the feds got him and he had them birds on him
But a nigga back home and now niggas roll with him
Caught a case, what you think? Nigga fuckin' told on him
I ain't get my shit snatched yet
You ain't get your bitch back yet
One call, niggas aim that TEC
Blood drawn, headshot, nigga brains on step
Hot shit if you pop shit
And I don't want your opinion if you ain't got shit
We young niggas, we winnin', I pull up, drop shit
Mob shit, with more keys than a locksmith