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Lyrify.me

LEVELS by Taizu Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2019

Take a shot
Might make money off a free throw
Who knows
Give it all you got
If you empty then just reload
You know
Drop it like it's hot
For real, you dogs snoopin’ too much
I know
Focus on your what you're not
I'm okay
I’ll be good
Life's a maze
And I'm happy to be lost, gotta say
Everyday a holiday
I write it out, got alot to say
Till me shout me out, as a nominee
Till I'm at the top of the Empire State
I must gorilla, ‘fore I'm MIA
Will it end that way
Be a king like Kong
Ring your bell
Will I ding that dong
Close my eyes
Will you sing that song
Wish this dream coulda carried on
Hit up satan
Why they hatin'
Call me Mr.T
With the A team
J, R, Z
We get artsy
They run the shop I'm Chef Boy RD
It's like Wheel of Fortune
Get spins and you get money
Numbers goin’ up all around
This child’s play and I been chucky
Story tell that's a win for me
Any last wishes you can call ‘em out
Had the summer but you fallin’ now
I get started, no end to me

My writing could hype up a ghost
If they wanna verse I go exorcist
I'm sicker than Kim jong Ill
I kill you and your next of kin
My wordplay no joke
30 minutes got a quote
I give em flows by the boats
Give em baas like a goat
I give em bars like an alcoholic gimme double rum no coke
My wordplay take your breath away like a bar hit you in your throat
In the car it'll hit you like woah
Bass up like we caught a fish
Treble brewing we hard to miss
Going number one like I'm ‘bout to piss
Hit loud as shit
Yeah the team ready
Green heavy
Wave heavy
Break levees
Damage if you try to stop
Flippin’ shit we never flop
Holy spirits fill my liver
Demons creeping in my soul
Angels try to save me but I tell em all adios
Not into perfection
My whole life I been flawed
Most people try to mirror god but end up being dogs
So I made peace with my sins
Made peace with my past
I makes pieces out of enemies that think they can outlast
You know I'm going out last
I break em like they all glass
Most people that talk shit just talkin' out of they ass
I put my foot on the gas
Won't stop till I crash
Don't give a fuck ‘bout my own life
Who you to me, do the math
They want blood, I give baths
I'm HIV, positively sick
Probably the type you wouldn't want you daughter with
I'm slaughtering them all and I recall you had alotta say about me but you silent now
Type to cut your head off feed it Tylenol
I'm wylen now
Go to India and kill a thousand cows
You know what's at stake if we around the town