Levels-CM Jones

作曲 : Fabrice Ferrando 作词 : Maurice Shadee Clarke **** who came the hardest We do our thing regardless Regardless of these niggas Tryna do our own thing Stayin' true, never into roll playing Blowin' smoke, probably blow the whole thang In a room, listenin' to Coltrane With this elevated mind on a nigga Yea, 'cause baby daughter gotta eat Mom's need a break, get up off her feet Same job, same shit every week Anotha day to deliver Elevatin' the mind, spirit, anotha level Talkin to a nigga like I ain't nobody special What? But that's an insult to my character Ain't mad at cha 'Cause most of this don't matter bruh My mind is on the up, and up My mind is on the up, and up What? **** all the bullshit, let's make it happen Ten toes down, two hands, keep it movin' Gotta pretty little girl out there Yea, get yours black man Yea, no excuses Even though they try to shoot our whole kind dead All in the head...shit A closed mouth still don't get, fed You still got arms and you got legs