Lil Wayne - Levels lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Man all you p**y n***as drive me crazy Make me sick to my stomach, I feel nauseated All you haters on hands and jump off a building I could still taste her p**y, memorabilia Backpack full of artillery 1 milo equivalent These n***as actin like lil b**hes I dont understand this sh**, I could scribble it Took her clothes, step back and exhibit it Then tear her a** up like a puppet ticket The end of the road is at walking distance Have to get that blood off my hands at the faucet drippin In yo face like a airbag in a car collision My weed man so consistent Im stayin rich, tryin not to make poor decisions Everything I do I plan it out like a solar system n***a if you come here you gon slip and fall a victim to me Yo b**hs sister makin pictures to me Then she shoot over to my house, I screwed over in a bed I shoot off in her mouth then she get the bullet uh Skatin on em like Im Lil Wayne And the weed so strong I can feel veins Bite it down, take a picture, now feel afraid The d** got me so numb I cant feel ashamed And my girl at home with the mood swings Girl I gotta make a few runs like Ussain Wish I had a penny for my thoughts for some loose change Hungry n***as going at yo neck for that food chain Drop some pills that make me sleepy Hoes creep me in they TP I hope that p**y taste like kiwi Hope its nicer than Tahiti, hopin I could get a freebie Leavin a n***a body floatin with a mouth full of seaweed With somebody weird backpack, thats E.T. Snitches give me the heebeegeebees I hope theyll disappear, where the f** is Houdini? I got n***as on my side, you got n***as on yo back Imma yell timber, money grow on trees Money over queens, f** you blow me I sit back enjoy the breeze, hoes prettier than please I dont really do sh** but sit back and call the shots She poured out her heart, I had it on the rocks Red beam on yo head, thats a cherry on top You dont wanna keep your cool, I know n***as thatll die uh I danced with the devil in my dreams When I wake up I still hear the same song Make me wanna blow a motherf**er brains out Flow on a n***a, Im about to brainstorm Lil n***a Ill take yo main ho, make her call her homegirl, make em share the same dick Its that motherf**in Dedication 5, I just hope Ill be alive to see a Dedication 6 Lil Tunechi [Verse 2: Vado] Ayo its levels to this sh**, levels to this sh** Been doing MIA since Levels was the sh** And n***as know Im on another level with this sh** Im pedaling the 6, full metal when it hit All I need is a shovel and a ditch You done dig me a hole then you show me where it is Run in his home and show me where the kids Put one in his dome while he going in his fridge Thats me, ill n***a Black creese AP, go trip n***a Black jeans, great T, OTs n***a Backstreet, everything go for 10 n***a Keep quiet, beef with D5 Im in the streets like Rodney Kings rights Mommy opposed their lead tight On that old bullsh**, P minus They scream and seize fire My audible like Godfather meets Wire Ive fallen in the whip Rollin 3 6s, devil on trips Shots whistled like a cuddle when its lip Im tryin to go ballistic, shadow in the ship Call the Barney Rubble in the whip Made to kick rocks, bull haze from ziplocks uh