Next Level
Bitch, I'm back in the crib for a bit
All the times we remember, we had
In the club, we be getting so smashed
Now I'm back in the crib I wont dash
I'm getting shit for being me and I ain't trying them
Reasons for reality to change your whole desire, man
Don't hear what you're saying, even if you're f*cking crying
And thinking it ain't hard to do this, maybe you should try it then
Maybe I'm not existent for what the people want me to
Maybe I should always be evil to keep on tauntin you
To the next level, bitch
Gotta go like, hey, I'm coming through
We bout to cook a new concoction
I ain't talking drum or too
Like whoa, whoa
I'm bouncing off the walls
I ain't landing on the floor
Like whoa, bitch, whoa
Some crazy with the rhythm, I could turn you all stone
Damn right
Bitch, I'm back in the crib for a bit
All the times we remember, we had
In the club, we be getting so smashed
Now I'm back in the crib I wont dash
Little kid, but I'm so f*cking rich
It's a good f*cking time that I've had
Used to run for my games down the stairs
Now I'm smoking this weed to my head
Now I'm smoking this weed to my head