Brick After Brick (Ground Level)

[Intro]
Yeah
Yeah, yeah (They ain’t never seen no motherfuckin’ skyscraper in the hood before)
Yeah, yeah
We gon’ take it there, though
Uh huh, uh huh (All the way up)
Yo, Ground Level shit (Uh)

[Verse 1]
I can see myself headlinin’ (I can see it)
I see myself headlinin’ down in Coachella (Coachella)
Put some respect on my name (On my name)
You write that shit out, bitch, I need that in bold letters
I feel I’m too hot (Too hot, too hot)
Like ’96 Tupac, been spittin’ like oowop
Since Lauryn Hill- Doo Wop
This is that thing, (That thing) the flow is on New God
This is that Ye shit (That Ye)
That hittin’ your brain- you lay down like Tua, (Tua) concussin’ and shit
Remember them days I was sittin’ with
Weeze and discussin’ this shit (My n****)
Like “I gotta blow, ‘cause the flow is disgusting as shit”
It’s Drumwork, we runnin’ this shit (The Drum)
I always been player and cool and humble as shit (Humble as shit)
But now it’s my time
They gave me that rock at the 1 and I ain’t gon’ fumble this shit (Nah)
My momma said stick to your guns, and ever since I done been fully loaded (Boom)
And I need my pockets on fully bloated (All of it)
I mean, this is genius, so fully quote it (Quote it)
And tell ‘em I said it
You know that my shit is precise like the eye of the needle get threaded (Woo)
Me and these rappers— the difference between us, you see it
You know that we Beamers, they Jettas

[Chorus]
Bitch, I done started from ground level
‘Bout to build this shit up
Bitch, I done started from ground level
‘Bout to build this shit up
That’s brick after brick, brick after brick
Brick after brick, that’s brick after brick
Bitch, I done started from ground level
‘Bout to build this shit up

[Verse 2]
I can see myself headlinin’ (I can see it)
I see myself headlinin’ at Rolling Loud
The wire just hit, gave my mom a few thou’
This shit is so lit, I might hop in the crowd
[?] and they drop n***** (They drop n*****)
Like labels when they feel that they shit ain’t potent
Hopped in the game and I came in it scorin’ (Scorin’)
Big dope on the block, Chris Kaman and Horace
Shout out to Cliff Robinson (Rest in peace)
These rappers get fire beats then they mistreat ‘em like hostages
I had some weight on my chest (On my chest)
I had to push it off, I ain’t have nobody spottin’ it (Nah)
Had to stay positive
Some choices I made came with consequence
I needed lessons like patience and oxygen
Can’t cave to no haters ‘cause they can’t negate what I started
And this been the way that I thought since I came and I started this (Started this)
Now my name in them offices
Wings on the plane on some charter shit (First class)
They can’t stop the fire, this flame is retarded, shit
I can’t be calm with this (Nah)
Just wait ‘til you see where I take it to (Take it to)
Was chargin’ one thousand a feature
Just tryin’ to make it through
Thankful that God never blessed me with basic views (Thank God!)
I want my blood roses (Blood roses)
I put in the sweat and the tears
Now I want my blood roses (Blood roses)
I want my blood roses (Woo, woo, woo, woo)
Blood roses

[Chorus]
Bitch, I started from ground level (Ground level)
‘Bout to build this shit up
I done started from ground level (Ground level)
Yeah, ‘bout to build this shit up
That’s brick after brick, (Brick) brick after brick (Brick)
Brick after brick, that’s brick after brick
I done started from ground level
‘Bout to build this shit up