My Level

(Yah, it's L-Rich
Aye, yah
Hahaha
Ugh
Yeah, yeah
Alright
Ugh
Chea, chea)

Yeah, I don’t give a fuck, fuck
Spent to many nights smoking weed
And, getting drunk, drunk
Instead of partying, had to lock myself up
Get this off my chest and let em’ really know what’s up
(Sup sup sup)
See, I ain’t messin’ with music just for the belt, belt
It’s how I express myself
Growing up not to many felt the pain I felt
Independent, I didn’t even wanna raise myself

(Aye, shit
Yah
Independent, I didn't even wanna raise myself man
Love you Mama
Chea chea)

And some say that life is a highway
I put the pedal to the metal
‘Til the day I see my day
Nothing’s gon’ happen just by sittin’ on my ass
I’ll fly mom back to Vegas
And, she’ll know that I’m the man
(Ugh)
That I told her I would be
I knew I had it in me since I was messin’ in the streets
This right here’s what happens
When you take a guy who speaks
His freakin’ mind and likes to write
And then you put him on a beat
It’s me, L. Richiee
Damn, your boys hazardous
Hit em' like an avalanche, naturally disasterous
Speed dial the ambulance
I’m murdering shit
Five years from now don’t even act like you ain’t heard of the kid
(Let's go)
It’s Vegas’ finest, probably fuckin’ with the dimest
I’m never spineless, just call me your royal highness
Or, maybe lion, but don’t forget the E L
El Presidente and I’m out to seek hell
(Yah, aight)
(Braaa, ugh yah)

See it’s Lionel, man, I’m chill like seashells
Been down to earth dog like deep wells
(Haha, ugh)
And I don’t really like to lose
And since winning is a habit
I’m addicted to this move-ment
That I created like I got something to prove
High expectations, cus’ I know I can produce man
(Man)
But, in the end it won’t matter, fame and money ain’t the answer to happily ever after, no
(Chea)
Fame and money ain’t the answer to happily ever after, no
(Chea, chea)
Fame and money ain’t the answer to happily ever after
(Yah, it's L-Rich
Braaa, aye, I'm out haha)