Next Level 2
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Shit, I ain't gon' say this the last level, but we gettin' there
This the next level, next chapter, the New Testament, Bin Reaper 3
It ain't much more to say but, ShittyBoyz
Sometimes, it ain't about the shine, it's the grind
Sometimes, it ain't gon be your time, wait in line
Sometimes, it ain't about the shine, it's the grind
Sometimes, it ain't gon be your time, wait in line
You might take a hundred Ls, but the dubs be the difference
Pop a ten, I'm stuck as hell, whole time, I'm floatin' to the distance
I remember someone askin' me, like "Tron, what make you different?"
I replied, "Without I, you can't even spell commitment"
Do you get it? Listen, I'm so fuckin' in the mix, bro can get it
Hit it, whip it, mix it, flip a brick
Double, double Luka Troncic, you'll end with six assists
I can tell you right now, what you doin' that it isn't it (shit)
Brrrt, brrt, brrt
Bitch you better not try to touch me, if you do shit gon' get ugly
If you do, shit gon' get crazy, flood your block like that bitch Haiti
Brrt (huh)
You're not making this easy, Kyle (brrt, brrt)
Bitch, you better not try to touch me, if you do, shit gon' get ugly
If you do, shit gon' get crazy, flood your block like that bitch Haiti
Maybach, fourmatic, five-eighty
Took two fifty in Mercedes
Bitches be so silly dilly, thinkin' they can really play me
Bitch you better not try to touch me, if you do shit gon' get ugly
If you do, shit gon' get crazy, flood your block like that bitch Haiti
Maybach, fourmatic, five eighty
Took two fifty in Mercedes
Bitches be so silly, dilly, thinkin' they can really play me
Mister Take-Your-Shit, lil 'brodie seen more licks than envelopes
Bustdown on my wrist, I'm up in strips, you think I'm sellin' dope
Thought he got Wockiki, I done hit it with some methadone
(Ha) met the plug in a small town by Mexico
You ain't ballin', you just talkin' like an analyst
Scorin' like a pink, diamond cup full of amethyst
You gotta spin, you gotta stack, you gotta balance it
Shit, Bloomingdale's receipt looking like it's Santa's List
Brrt, bitch playin' rows like she Meagan Good
I was young as hell with the ups, felt like seventh woods (yeah)
Walk through, get respected as a legend, Suge
Cuddy found a glitch, Cyber Monday, heavy pressin' juugs
My white boy Tidus run routes like Wes Welker
308s hotter than some fish grease, they vest melters
Ha, ha, ha (boom)
Fully in tornado mode, the opps gon' prolly need the best shelter
When it comes to motion, I know every law like Isaac Newton
Mansion with surveillance, if you try it, you gon' die intrudin' (boom)
Where I'm from, it's the jungle with the lions groovin'
Grades ain't reflect it, but I swear I was the brightest student
Shit, look now (brr)
I could pull up on my teachers, up a book now (brr)
Shit, my mama and my pops, they did a good job
Shit, they create a G.O.A.T
Bust AP on the planes, I'm gon' play the Rollie
On the same shit, like literally, I just ate some Coney
I can't trust nobody, literally, they just play it phony
Still scared of the kitchen heat, you the same jabroni
Caught his duckin' ass out like, "Ain't it some pape' you owe me?"
RJ always trippin', RJ always trippin'
Shee, yeah RJ this the one, okay
Big tripper vibes, you know what the fuck goin' on, huh
It's a glitch on this bitch, both hands on the stick
She gon' spit while she twist, both hands on the dick
Blow bands, make some, ain't no plans on the trip
If you risked what I risked, you'd be the man in this bitch
It's a glitch on this bitch, both hands on the stick
She gon' spit while she twists, both hands on the dick
Blow bands, make some, it ain't no plans for the trip
If you risked what I risked, you'd be the man in this bitch (brrt)
Weed loud as fuck, I need a muzzle for the blunt (brrt)
Wocky, Wocky, Wocky, I done doubled up my cup
Why you trippin'? All that stumblin', now we done got the ups
Touchdown, touchdown, you a fumble in the clutch (brrt)
Moncler Bubble Goose Trench, I can't rock Makai
Hundred up in Hutch, now my kid look like Haagen-Dazs (shit)
I'm in the Warzone with two weapons, finna drop a squad
Only time you ever leveled up is when you got on COD
Caught him posted on the block and got his spirit archived
Let them fuckers get me in that room, them lyrics aren't mine (nope)
Mastercard, Mastercard, it's clear the cart time
Tesla S plaid, I don't steer, the car drive (skrrt)
Built the hustle, one of one, just check my DNA (fuck)
I'm in my Crocs, with cups and pints, I ain't no CNA (fuck)
I got the style, AJ back in TNA
On stage, crowd screamin' "Tron," I knew I'd see the day
ShittyBoyz, Dog$hitMilitia, yeah
This the next level, next chapter, the New Testament, Bin Reaper 3
It ain't much more to say but, ShittyBoyz
Sometimes, it ain't about the shine, it's the grind
Sometimes, it ain't gon be your time, wait in line
Sometimes, it ain't about the shine, it's the grind
Sometimes, it ain't gon be your time, wait in line
You might take a hundred Ls, but the dubs be the difference
Pop a ten, I'm stuck as hell, whole time, I'm floatin' to the distance
I remember someone askin' me, like "Tron, what make you different?"
I replied, "Without I, you can't even spell commitment"
Do you get it? Listen, I'm so fuckin' in the mix, bro can get it
Hit it, whip it, mix it, flip a brick
Double, double Luka Troncic, you'll end with six assists
I can tell you right now, what you doin' that it isn't it (shit)
Brrrt, brrt, brrt
Bitch you better not try to touch me, if you do shit gon' get ugly
If you do, shit gon' get crazy, flood your block like that bitch Haiti
Brrt (huh)
You're not making this easy, Kyle (brrt, brrt)
Bitch, you better not try to touch me, if you do, shit gon' get ugly
If you do, shit gon' get crazy, flood your block like that bitch Haiti
Maybach, fourmatic, five-eighty
Took two fifty in Mercedes
Bitches be so silly dilly, thinkin' they can really play me
Bitch you better not try to touch me, if you do shit gon' get ugly
If you do, shit gon' get crazy, flood your block like that bitch Haiti
Maybach, fourmatic, five eighty
Took two fifty in Mercedes
Bitches be so silly, dilly, thinkin' they can really play me
Mister Take-Your-Shit, lil 'brodie seen more licks than envelopes
Bustdown on my wrist, I'm up in strips, you think I'm sellin' dope
Thought he got Wockiki, I done hit it with some methadone
(Ha) met the plug in a small town by Mexico
You ain't ballin', you just talkin' like an analyst
Scorin' like a pink, diamond cup full of amethyst
You gotta spin, you gotta stack, you gotta balance it
Shit, Bloomingdale's receipt looking like it's Santa's List
Brrt, bitch playin' rows like she Meagan Good
I was young as hell with the ups, felt like seventh woods (yeah)
Walk through, get respected as a legend, Suge
Cuddy found a glitch, Cyber Monday, heavy pressin' juugs
My white boy Tidus run routes like Wes Welker
308s hotter than some fish grease, they vest melters
Ha, ha, ha (boom)
Fully in tornado mode, the opps gon' prolly need the best shelter
When it comes to motion, I know every law like Isaac Newton
Mansion with surveillance, if you try it, you gon' die intrudin' (boom)
Where I'm from, it's the jungle with the lions groovin'
Grades ain't reflect it, but I swear I was the brightest student
Shit, look now (brr)
I could pull up on my teachers, up a book now (brr)
Shit, my mama and my pops, they did a good job
Shit, they create a G.O.A.T
Bust AP on the planes, I'm gon' play the Rollie
On the same shit, like literally, I just ate some Coney
I can't trust nobody, literally, they just play it phony
Still scared of the kitchen heat, you the same jabroni
Caught his duckin' ass out like, "Ain't it some pape' you owe me?"
RJ always trippin', RJ always trippin'
Shee, yeah RJ this the one, okay
Big tripper vibes, you know what the fuck goin' on, huh
It's a glitch on this bitch, both hands on the stick
She gon' spit while she twist, both hands on the dick
Blow bands, make some, ain't no plans on the trip
If you risked what I risked, you'd be the man in this bitch
It's a glitch on this bitch, both hands on the stick
She gon' spit while she twists, both hands on the dick
Blow bands, make some, it ain't no plans for the trip
If you risked what I risked, you'd be the man in this bitch (brrt)
Weed loud as fuck, I need a muzzle for the blunt (brrt)
Wocky, Wocky, Wocky, I done doubled up my cup
Why you trippin'? All that stumblin', now we done got the ups
Touchdown, touchdown, you a fumble in the clutch (brrt)
Moncler Bubble Goose Trench, I can't rock Makai
Hundred up in Hutch, now my kid look like Haagen-Dazs (shit)
I'm in the Warzone with two weapons, finna drop a squad
Only time you ever leveled up is when you got on COD
Caught him posted on the block and got his spirit archived
Let them fuckers get me in that room, them lyrics aren't mine (nope)
Mastercard, Mastercard, it's clear the cart time
Tesla S plaid, I don't steer, the car drive (skrrt)
Built the hustle, one of one, just check my DNA (fuck)
I'm in my Crocs, with cups and pints, I ain't no CNA (fuck)
I got the style, AJ back in TNA
On stage, crowd screamin' "Tron," I knew I'd see the day
ShittyBoyz, Dog$hitMilitia, yeah
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:10.04] Shit, I ain't gon' say this the last level, but we gettin' there
[00:14.02] This the next level, next chapter, the New Testament, Bin Reaper 3
[00:17.95] It ain't much more to say but, ShittyBoyz
[00:30.10] Sometimes, it ain't about the shine, it's the grind
[00:32.82] Sometimes, it ain't gon be your time, wait in line
[00:35.28] Sometimes, it ain't about the shine, it's the grind
[00:37.72] Sometimes, it ain't gon be your time, wait in line
[00:40.40] You might take a hundred Ls, but the dubs be the difference
[00:42.94] Pop a ten, I'm stuck as hell, whole time, I'm floatin' to the distance
[00:45.50] I remember someone askin' me, like "Tron, what make you different?"
[00:48.14] I replied, "Without I, you can't even spell commitment"
[00:50.63] Do you get it? Listen, I'm so fuckin' in the mix, bro can get it
[00:54.03] Hit it, whip it, mix it, flip a brick
[00:55.83] Double, double Luka Troncic, you'll end with six assists
[00:58.31] I can tell you right now, what you doin' that it isn't it (shit)
[01:01.80] Brrrt, brrt, brrt
[01:04.00] Bitch you better not try to touch me, if you do shit gon' get ugly
[01:06.84] If you do, shit gon' get crazy, flood your block like that bitch Haiti
[01:09.22] Brrt (huh)
[01:10.96] You're not making this easy, Kyle (brrt, brrt)
[01:12.20] Bitch, you better not try to touch me, if you do, shit gon' get ugly
[01:14.66] If you do, shit gon' get crazy, flood your block like that bitch Haiti
[01:17.41] Maybach, fourmatic, five-eighty
[01:18.77] Took two fifty in Mercedes
[01:20.42] Bitches be so silly dilly, thinkin' they can really play me
[01:23.13] Bitch you better not try to touch me, if you do shit gon' get ugly
[01:25.93] If you do, shit gon' get crazy, flood your block like that bitch Haiti
[01:28.62] Maybach, fourmatic, five eighty
[01:30.20] Took two fifty in Mercedes
[01:31.63] Bitches be so silly, dilly, thinkin' they can really play me
[01:34.30] Mister Take-Your-Shit, lil 'brodie seen more licks than envelopes
[01:37.31] Bustdown on my wrist, I'm up in strips, you think I'm sellin' dope
[01:40.07] Thought he got Wockiki, I done hit it with some methadone
[01:42.90] (Ha) met the plug in a small town by Mexico
[01:45.76] You ain't ballin', you just talkin' like an analyst
[01:48.16] Scorin' like a pink, diamond cup full of amethyst
[01:50.59] You gotta spin, you gotta stack, you gotta balance it
[01:52.94] Shit, Bloomingdale's receipt looking like it's Santa's List
[01:55.49] Brrt, bitch playin' rows like she Meagan Good
[01:57.75] I was young as hell with the ups, felt like seventh woods (yeah)
[02:00.16] Walk through, get respected as a legend, Suge
[02:02.69] Cuddy found a glitch, Cyber Monday, heavy pressin' juugs
[02:05.04] My white boy Tidus run routes like Wes Welker
[02:07.49] 308s hotter than some fish grease, they vest melters
[02:09.93] Ha, ha, ha (boom)
[02:11.11] Fully in tornado mode, the opps gon' prolly need the best shelter
[02:14.06] When it comes to motion, I know every law like Isaac Newton
[02:16.43] Mansion with surveillance, if you try it, you gon' die intrudin' (boom)
[02:19.01] Where I'm from, it's the jungle with the lions groovin'
[02:21.30] Grades ain't reflect it, but I swear I was the brightest student
[02:23.81] Shit, look now (brr)
[02:25.44] I could pull up on my teachers, up a book now (brr)
[02:27.55] Shit, my mama and my pops, they did a good job
[02:29.79] Shit, they create a G.O.A.T
[02:31.65] Bust AP on the planes, I'm gon' play the Rollie
[02:34.02] On the same shit, like literally, I just ate some Coney
[02:36.37] I can't trust nobody, literally, they just play it phony
[02:38.66] Still scared of the kitchen heat, you the same jabroni
[02:41.06] Caught his duckin' ass out like, "Ain't it some pape' you owe me?"
[02:43.52] RJ always trippin', RJ always trippin'
[02:45.00] Shee, yeah RJ this the one, okay
[02:49.23] Big tripper vibes, you know what the fuck goin' on, huh
[02:52.18] It's a glitch on this bitch, both hands on the stick
[02:54.76] She gon' spit while she twist, both hands on the dick
[02:57.03] Blow bands, make some, ain't no plans on the trip
[02:59.38] If you risked what I risked, you'd be the man in this bitch
[03:01.67] It's a glitch on this bitch, both hands on the stick
[03:03.95] She gon' spit while she twists, both hands on the dick
[03:06.27] Blow bands, make some, it ain't no plans for the trip
[03:08.62] If you risked what I risked, you'd be the man in this bitch (brrt)
[03:10.93] Weed loud as fuck, I need a muzzle for the blunt (brrt)
[03:13.47] Wocky, Wocky, Wocky, I done doubled up my cup
[03:15.69] Why you trippin'? All that stumblin', now we done got the ups
[03:17.86] Touchdown, touchdown, you a fumble in the clutch (brrt)
[03:20.29] Moncler Bubble Goose Trench, I can't rock Makai
[03:22.83] Hundred up in Hutch, now my kid look like Haagen-Dazs (shit)
[03:24.97] I'm in the Warzone with two weapons, finna drop a squad
[03:27.41] Only time you ever leveled up is when you got on COD
[03:29.70] Caught him posted on the block and got his spirit archived
[03:31.99] Let them fuckers get me in that room, them lyrics aren't mine (nope)
[03:34.44] Mastercard, Mastercard, it's clear the cart time
[03:36.68] Tesla S plaid, I don't steer, the car drive (skrrt)
[03:39.22] Built the hustle, one of one, just check my DNA (fuck)
[03:41.31] I'm in my Crocs, with cups and pints, I ain't no CNA (fuck)
[03:43.65] I got the style, AJ back in TNA
[03:45.90] On stage, crowd screamin' "Tron," I knew I'd see the day
[03:48.34] ShittyBoyz, Dog$hitMilitia, yeah
[00:14.02] This the next level, next chapter, the New Testament, Bin Reaper 3
[00:17.95] It ain't much more to say but, ShittyBoyz
[00:30.10] Sometimes, it ain't about the shine, it's the grind
[00:32.82] Sometimes, it ain't gon be your time, wait in line
[00:35.28] Sometimes, it ain't about the shine, it's the grind
[00:37.72] Sometimes, it ain't gon be your time, wait in line
[00:40.40] You might take a hundred Ls, but the dubs be the difference
[00:42.94] Pop a ten, I'm stuck as hell, whole time, I'm floatin' to the distance
[00:45.50] I remember someone askin' me, like "Tron, what make you different?"
[00:48.14] I replied, "Without I, you can't even spell commitment"
[00:50.63] Do you get it? Listen, I'm so fuckin' in the mix, bro can get it
[00:54.03] Hit it, whip it, mix it, flip a brick
[00:55.83] Double, double Luka Troncic, you'll end with six assists
[00:58.31] I can tell you right now, what you doin' that it isn't it (shit)
[01:01.80] Brrrt, brrt, brrt
[01:04.00] Bitch you better not try to touch me, if you do shit gon' get ugly
[01:06.84] If you do, shit gon' get crazy, flood your block like that bitch Haiti
[01:09.22] Brrt (huh)
[01:10.96] You're not making this easy, Kyle (brrt, brrt)
[01:12.20] Bitch, you better not try to touch me, if you do, shit gon' get ugly
[01:14.66] If you do, shit gon' get crazy, flood your block like that bitch Haiti
[01:17.41] Maybach, fourmatic, five-eighty
[01:18.77] Took two fifty in Mercedes
[01:20.42] Bitches be so silly dilly, thinkin' they can really play me
[01:23.13] Bitch you better not try to touch me, if you do shit gon' get ugly
[01:25.93] If you do, shit gon' get crazy, flood your block like that bitch Haiti
[01:28.62] Maybach, fourmatic, five eighty
[01:30.20] Took two fifty in Mercedes
[01:31.63] Bitches be so silly, dilly, thinkin' they can really play me
[01:34.30] Mister Take-Your-Shit, lil 'brodie seen more licks than envelopes
[01:37.31] Bustdown on my wrist, I'm up in strips, you think I'm sellin' dope
[01:40.07] Thought he got Wockiki, I done hit it with some methadone
[01:42.90] (Ha) met the plug in a small town by Mexico
[01:45.76] You ain't ballin', you just talkin' like an analyst
[01:48.16] Scorin' like a pink, diamond cup full of amethyst
[01:50.59] You gotta spin, you gotta stack, you gotta balance it
[01:52.94] Shit, Bloomingdale's receipt looking like it's Santa's List
[01:55.49] Brrt, bitch playin' rows like she Meagan Good
[01:57.75] I was young as hell with the ups, felt like seventh woods (yeah)
[02:00.16] Walk through, get respected as a legend, Suge
[02:02.69] Cuddy found a glitch, Cyber Monday, heavy pressin' juugs
[02:05.04] My white boy Tidus run routes like Wes Welker
[02:07.49] 308s hotter than some fish grease, they vest melters
[02:09.93] Ha, ha, ha (boom)
[02:11.11] Fully in tornado mode, the opps gon' prolly need the best shelter
[02:14.06] When it comes to motion, I know every law like Isaac Newton
[02:16.43] Mansion with surveillance, if you try it, you gon' die intrudin' (boom)
[02:19.01] Where I'm from, it's the jungle with the lions groovin'
[02:21.30] Grades ain't reflect it, but I swear I was the brightest student
[02:23.81] Shit, look now (brr)
[02:25.44] I could pull up on my teachers, up a book now (brr)
[02:27.55] Shit, my mama and my pops, they did a good job
[02:29.79] Shit, they create a G.O.A.T
[02:31.65] Bust AP on the planes, I'm gon' play the Rollie
[02:34.02] On the same shit, like literally, I just ate some Coney
[02:36.37] I can't trust nobody, literally, they just play it phony
[02:38.66] Still scared of the kitchen heat, you the same jabroni
[02:41.06] Caught his duckin' ass out like, "Ain't it some pape' you owe me?"
[02:43.52] RJ always trippin', RJ always trippin'
[02:45.00] Shee, yeah RJ this the one, okay
[02:49.23] Big tripper vibes, you know what the fuck goin' on, huh
[02:52.18] It's a glitch on this bitch, both hands on the stick
[02:54.76] She gon' spit while she twist, both hands on the dick
[02:57.03] Blow bands, make some, ain't no plans on the trip
[02:59.38] If you risked what I risked, you'd be the man in this bitch
[03:01.67] It's a glitch on this bitch, both hands on the stick
[03:03.95] She gon' spit while she twists, both hands on the dick
[03:06.27] Blow bands, make some, it ain't no plans for the trip
[03:08.62] If you risked what I risked, you'd be the man in this bitch (brrt)
[03:10.93] Weed loud as fuck, I need a muzzle for the blunt (brrt)
[03:13.47] Wocky, Wocky, Wocky, I done doubled up my cup
[03:15.69] Why you trippin'? All that stumblin', now we done got the ups
[03:17.86] Touchdown, touchdown, you a fumble in the clutch (brrt)
[03:20.29] Moncler Bubble Goose Trench, I can't rock Makai
[03:22.83] Hundred up in Hutch, now my kid look like Haagen-Dazs (shit)
[03:24.97] I'm in the Warzone with two weapons, finna drop a squad
[03:27.41] Only time you ever leveled up is when you got on COD
[03:29.70] Caught him posted on the block and got his spirit archived
[03:31.99] Let them fuckers get me in that room, them lyrics aren't mine (nope)
[03:34.44] Mastercard, Mastercard, it's clear the cart time
[03:36.68] Tesla S plaid, I don't steer, the car drive (skrrt)
[03:39.22] Built the hustle, one of one, just check my DNA (fuck)
[03:41.31] I'm in my Crocs, with cups and pints, I ain't no CNA (fuck)
[03:43.65] I got the style, AJ back in TNA
[03:45.90] On stage, crowd screamin' "Tron," I knew I'd see the day
[03:48.34] ShittyBoyz, Dog$hitMilitia, yeah