Summer is here so the search for a 2013 Summer anthem begins. Meek Mill is putting in his bid to be the artist with the biggest record in the streets with his newest release, simply titled, “Levels.” No word yet on whether this will be on the Self Made 3 album or on Meek Mill’s sophomore album. Either way, it’s a hit. Check out Meek Mill Levels Lyrics, Download, and Video here…

Download: Meek Mill – “Levels”

Meek Mill Levels Lyrics:

See its brackets niggaThem hoes ain’t fucking you ’cause you ain’t in that bracket niggaLearn life, it’s levels to this shit young boyAy, O, you feel me?

Yeah, lil’ nigga we don’t rock the same clothesFuck the same hoes, ’cause it’s levels to this shit (true)Lil’ nigga we don’t drive the same whipsWe don’t fuck the same chicks, ’cause it’s levels to this shit (true)Lil’ nigga we don’t get the same paperYou a motherfuckin’ hater, boy, it’s levels to this shitLil’ nigga ’cause it’s levels to this shitLil’ nigga ’cause it’s levels to this shitOh, lord

‘Cause it’s levels to this shit, levels to this shitCan’t fuck my hoe ’cause it’s levels to this bitchAnd I be rocking Prada like a devil in this bitchAnd a Birkin bag like a gold medal to this bitchAnd I’m heavy as it getShinin’ like a motherfuckin’ bezel on my wristAll my niggas mobbin’ so we heavy in this bitch30 grand for the Muller that’s a Chevy on my wrist

Woo, cocaine Mulsanne, young nigga blowin’ up, Kurt Cobain, boomSkatin’ on them like I’m Lil WayneAnd this 458 don’t do the lil’ lane, vroomSwerve on ’em, niggas gotta nerve on ’em‘Cause I heard the feds got ’em and he had them birds on ’emBut a nigga back home and now niggas roll with himCaught a case what you think, nigga fucking told on ’em

I ain’t get my shit snatched yetYou ain’t get your bitch back yetOne call, niggas aim that TECBlood drawn, headshot nigga brains on stepHot shit if you pop shitAnd I don’t want your opinion if you ain’t got shitWe young niggas, we winning I pull up, drop shitMob shit, with more keys than a locksmith

Lil’ nigga we don’t rock the same clothesFuck the same hoes, ’cause it’s levels to this shit (true)Lil’ nigga we don’t drive the same whipsWe don’t fuck the same chicks, ’cause it’s levels to this shit (true)Lil’ nigga we don’t get the same paperYou a motherfuckin’ hater, boy, it’s levels to this shitLil’ nigga ’cause it’s levels to this shitLil’ nigga ’cause it’s levels to this shitOh, lord

Damn Tommy you ain’t got no jobDC, we the motherfuckin’ mobYoung nigga gettin’ straight to the moneyIn a Range with your honey, I pull up like, ahhI make ’em power moves with Jay and themThem boys shootin’ don’t play with themMaybach, Rozay and themRollin’ down Collins, call Rugs, hit the A with them

Compound niggas live nowIf it’s the finals I’m ballin’ like I’m LeBron nowI call up Onyx and tell them bitches to calm downI treat the jet like a taxi the way I’m flyin’ roundAnd I don’t fuck with no niggasIf they don’t fuck with my niggasAnd I ain’t fuckin’ no bitchesIf they fuckin’ my niggas

One time for the real niggasTwo times for the bad bitchesY’all suckas be cuffin’ hoes‘Cause y’all suckas never had bitchesI hit the dealer, bought another RollsThat’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 shitCan’t fuck my hoe, ’cause it’s levels to this bitch‘Cause it’s levels to this bitchAnd a Birkin bag like a gold medal to this bitchLord, lord, lord, lord, hold up

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