See its brackets nigga
Them hoes ain't fucking you 'cause you ain't in that bracket nigga
Learn life, it's levels to this shit young boy
Ay, O, you feel me?
Yeah, lil' nigga we don't rock the same clothes
Fuck the same hoes, 'cause it's levels to this shit (true)
Lil' nigga we don't drive the same whips
We don't fuck the same chicks, 'cause it's levels to this shit (true)
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
'Cause it's levels to this shit, levels to this shit
Can't fuck my hoe 'cause it's levels to this bitch
And I be rocking 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 'em and he had them birds on 'em
But a nigga back home and now niggas roll with him
Caught a case what you think, nigga fucking told on 'em
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 winning I pull up, drop shit
Mob shit, with more keys than a locksmith
Lil' nigga we don't rock the same clothes
Fuck the same hoes, 'cause it's levels to this shit (true)
Lil' nigga we don't drive the same whips
We don't fuck the same chicks, 'cause it's levels to this shit (true)
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
Damn Tommy you ain't got no job
DC, we the motherfuckin' mob
Young nigga gettin' straight to the money
In a Range with your honey, I pull up like, ahh
I make 'em power moves with Jay and them
Them boys shootin' don't play with them
Maybach, Rozay and them
Rollin' down Collins, call Rugs, hit the A with them
Compound niggas live now
If it's the finals I'm ballin' like I'm LeBron now
I call up Onyx and tell them bitches to calm down
I treat the jet like a taxi the way I'm flyin' round
And I don't fuck with no niggas
If they don't fuck with my niggas
And I ain't fuckin' no bitches
If they fuckin' my niggas
Lil' nigga we don't rock the same clothes
Fuck the same hoes, 'cause it's levels to this shit (true)
Lil' nigga we don't drive the same whips
We don't fuck the same chicks, 'cause it's levels to this shit (true)
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
One time for the real niggas
Two times for the bad bitches
Y'all suckas be cuffin' hoes
'Cause y'all suckas never had bitches
I hit the dealer, bought another Rolls
That's the reason why you mad, nigga?
That's the reason why you hatin' on me?
I love ballin', my bad nigga
'Cause it's levels to this shit, levels to this shit
Can't fuck my hoe, 'cause it's levels to this bitch
'Cause it's levels to this bitch
And a Birkin bag like a gold medal to this bitch
Lord, lord, lord, lord, hold up
Lil' nigga we don't rock the same clothes
Fuck the same hoes, 'cause it's levels to this shit (true)
Lil' nigga we don't drive the same whips
We don't fuck the same chicks, 'cause it's levels to this shit (true)
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
About This Song
"Levels" is a braggadocious anthem that explores the harsh realities of social stratification within hip-hop culture and street life, using material wealth as a measuring stick for status and respect. Meek Mill delivers a blunt dissertation on class consciousness, arguing that success creates unbridgeable gaps between those who "made it" and those still struggling, from the clothes they wear to the women they attract to the money they earn. The song's central metaphor of "levels" functions as both a celebration of his rise from poverty and a cold dismissal of those beneath his current station, reflecting the complex psychology of someone who escaped the streets but remains defined by its hierarchical mindset. Musically, the track features a menacing, minimalist beat with heavy drums and sparse melodic elements that allow Meek's aggressive delivery and Philadelphia accent to dominate the mix. The repetitive hook hammers home the core message with an almost hypnotic insistence, while the production's dark, street-oriented sound reinforces the song's themes of urban survival and competition. What makes "Levels" particularly striking is how it captures the uncomfortable truth about how success can breed contempt for one's former circumstances, revealing the internal contradictions of someone simultaneously proud of their journey yet dismissive of others still on it. The song resonated with listeners because it articulated something rarely spoken aloud in hip-hop: that achieving wealth and status often creates emotional distance from one's community rather than bringing people together. This raw honesty about the isolating effects of success, delivered with Meek's characteristic intensity, made "Levels" a defining track in his early catalog.
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