Letra de 'Levels' de Lil Wayne

Man all these pussy niggas drive me crazy
Make me sick to my stomach, I feel nauseated
All you haters hold hands and jump off a building
I could still taste her pussy, memorabilia
Backpack full of artillery
One me, no equivalent
These niggas acting like lil’ bitches
I don’t understand this shit like you scribbled it
Take her clothes off, step back and exhibit it
Then tear her ass up like a parking ticket
The end of the road is in walking distance

Have to get that blood off my hands, left the faucet drippin’
In yo’ face like a airbag in a car collision
My weed man so consistent
I’m stayin’ rich, tryin’ not to make poor decisions
Everything I do I plan it out like a solar system
Nigga if you clumsy you gon’ slip and fall a victim to me
Ya bitch just sent some naked pictures to me
Then she shoot over to my house, I screwed over in the bed
I shoot off in her mouth then she bit the bullet

Uh, skatin’ on ‘em like I’m lil wayne
And the weed so strong, I can feel veins
Write it down, take a picture, now I feel framed
The drugs got me so numb, I can’t feel ashamed
And my girl at home with the mood swings
Girl I gotta make a few runs like usain
Wish I had a penny for my thoughts for some loose change
Hungry niggas going at yo’ neck for that food chain
Pop some pills that make me sleepy
Hoes creep me, in they tp
I hope that pussy taste like kiwi
Hope it’s nicer than tahiti, hopin’ I could get a freebie

Leave a nigga body floatin’ with a mouth full of seaweed
What’s in my louie backpack? That’s e.t.
Snitches give me the heebeegeebees
I hope they’ll disappear, where the fuck is houdini?
I got niggas on my side, you got niggas on yo’ back
I’mma yell timber, money grow on trees
Money over queens, fuck you blow me
I sit back and enjoy the breeze, hoes prettier than please
I don’t really do shit, but sit back and call the shots
She poured out her heart, I had it on the rocks

Red beam on yo’ head, that’s a cherry on top
You don’t wanna keep your cool, I know niggas that adopt
Uh, I danced with the devil in my dreams
When I wake up, I still hear the same song
Make me wanna blow a motherfucker brains out
Flow on a nigga, I’m about to brainstorm
Lil’ nigga I’ll take yo’ main hoe, make her call her
Homegirl, make ‘em share the same dick
It’s that motherfuckin’ dedication 5, I just hope
I’ll be alive to see a dedication 6
Lil tunechi
What up slime?

Ayo it’s levels to this shit, levels to this shit
Been doing mia since levels was the shit
And niggas know I’m on another level with this shit
I’m pedaling the 6, full metal when it hit
All I need is a shovel and a ditch
You done dig me a hole then you show me where it is
Run in his home and show me where the kids
Put one in his dome while he going in his fridge
That’s me, him nigga
Black piece ap, gold trim nigga
Black jeans, grey tee, old tim’s nigga

Backstreet, everything go for 10 nigga
Keep quiet, beef with d5
I’m in the streets like rodney king’s riots
Mommy opposed, they retired
On that old bullshit, p minus
They scream and seize fire
My audible like godfather meets wire

A felon in the whip
Rollin three 6′s, devil yellin’ trips
Shots whistled like a cuddle when it’s lit
I’m tryin’ to go ballistic, shadow in the ship
Call the barney rubble in the whip
Made of kick rocks, bull haze from zip-locks
Uh
What up five?