LEVEL UP!

[Verse 1: Breeton Boi]
Genesis, the way I begin this
No Sega, I play games, I get wins
Straight wield the plasma, come Ghetsis
Pull up, your name's on the guest list
I'm the best, don't care where the rest is
You restless, I leave your team rested
Luffy, she mad when I stretch this
But still showing me just where the chest is
I keep a piece, it ain't for keeping the peace
For causing terror like police in the streets
My music bussin, I won't cease to release
Put the beat down for the haters and I paid for the lease
Catch 'em slipping like they stepping in grease
Making a movie, my gun is the lead
Director's Cut and we ain't done filming scenes
Got more clips to shoot and then we leaving the scene
We after that money, as soon as my team realise it
We gon' get that money materialising
Got green on my mind like I'm using Materia wisely
Your girl got a tear in her eyes
'Cause she coulda been chilling with me
All hocus pocus, you losing your focus
Ain't no opposition gon' step in my locus
I'm feeling like Goku, pull up with the beam, uh
The metal keeping ringing, ain't no way you hanging up
When it start talking, it's sounding like Caliburn
Calories, how I'm gon' run up and let it burn
.40 come straight for your soul, ain't no caliber
I'm a professional, you just an amateur
Come out the shadows if you a new challenger
I'm tired of impostors, I'm beating everyone who be on the roster
I'm causing a massacre

[Hook: Breeton Boi] (x4)
Ain't no one's ambition gon' be matching us
We on the top and we still level up
We on the top and we still level up
We on the top and we still level up

[Verse 2: Ty Wild]
My squad sick but I won't ever let you put my dawgs down
Came up in the dog pound, gave your bitch a dog pound
Y'all clowns fucking with us, your jaw like your broad now
Either getting knocked up or I make it drop down, yeah
You got rocked, no Reggie, I'm off loud, dawg
Making noise with him is probably not sound, dawg
Fuck a crown? Nah bitch, you finna get knocked down, dawg
Water on my body, I'ma drown, dawg
Uh, yeah
Wrist froze like I point a gun at it, yelling "Hands up!"
Claiming that you sonning motherfuckers, they my grandsons
You pull off in hearse while I pull of in a Phantom, we ran up
Skrrt, yeah fam, fuck a church, I'm the man, son
Pull a .9 like I served with the Mansons
Word that I came out the dirt like a sandstorm
Worth a couple bands so I turned it to jab throwing
Guess I should've gave a hook but never did
They be tripping like they took a tab of 'cid
I be staring in the mirror feeling vicious like I'm looking back at Sid
Bones to pick, and I ain't cook a slab or ribs
Made 'em shook and then they dipped
Y'all some bitches for real, they quiet lately
You ain't about the green, but I'm thinking you quite jaded
I pull up with the piece, pop and dip
Like I copped the chicken drumstick and a Sprite with a side gravy
Yelling "Yerrr, Wild, baby" and their girl trynna date me
Turn crybaby when my words start breaking their heart
You think you greater? That's a fable of yours
You got shooters? I'ma take 'em to war
I got two 40s, you get faded while I'm faded, of course
You trynna make it to a label, toetag 'em, that's a label of sorts
So if you claim life's a bitch, then I'll take it for sure
This ain't a game, why you playing a part?
Level up