Next Level 2

Shit, I ain't gon' say this the last level, but we getting there

This the next level, next chapter, the New Testament, Bin Reaper 3

It ain't much more to say but, ShittyBoyz

Sometimes, it ain't about the shine, it's the grind

Sometimes, it ain't gon' be yo' time, wait in line

Sometimes, it ain't about the shine, it's the grind

Sometimes, it ain't gon' be yo' time, wait in line

You might take a hundred Ls, but the dubs be the difference

Pop a ten, I'm stuck as hell, whole time, I'm floatin' to the distance

I remember someone askin' me, like, "Tron, what make you different?"

I replied, "Without I, you can't even spell commitment"

Do you get it? Listen, I'm so fuckin' in the mix, bro can get it

Hit it, whip it, mix it, flip a brick

Double, double Luka Troncic, you'll end with six assists

I can tell you right now, what you doin that it isn't it

Brrt, brrt, brrt

Bitch, you better not try to touch me, if you do shit gon' get ugly

If you do, shit gon' get crazy, flood yo' block like that bitch Haiti

Brrt

You're not making this easy, Kyle

Bitch, you better not try to touch me, if you do, shit gon' get ugly

If you do, shit gon' get crazy, flood yo' block like that bitch Haiti

Maybach, fourmatic, five-eighty

Took two fifty in Mercedes

Bitches be so silly dilly, thinkin' they can really play me

Bitch, you better not try to touch me, if you do shit gon' get ugly

If you do, shit gon' get crazy, flood yo' block like that bitch Haiti

Maybach, fourmatic, five eighty

Took two fifty in Mercedes

Bitches be so silly, dilly, thinkin' they can really play me

Mister Take-Yo'-Shit, lil' brodie seen more licks than envelopes

Bustdown on my wrist, I'm up in strips, you think I'm sellin' dope

Thought he got Wockiki, I done hit it with some methadone

Met the plug in a small town by Mexico

You ain't ballin', you just talkin' like an analyst

Scorin' like a pink diamond, cup full of amethyst

You gotta spin, you gotta stack, you gotta balance it

Shit, Bloomingdale's receipt looking like a Santa's list

Brrt, bitch playin' roles like she Meagan Good

I was young as hell with the ups, felt like seventh woods

Walk through, get respected as a legend should

Cuddy found a glitch, cyber monday, heavy pressin' juugs

My white boy Tidus run routes like Wes Welker

308s hotter than some fish grease, they vest melters

Fully in tornado mode, the opps gon' prolly need the best shelter

When it comes to motion, I know every law like Isaac Newton

Mansion with surveillance if you try it, you gon' die intrudin'

Where I'm from, it's the jungle with the lions groovin'

Grades ain't reflect it, but I swear I was the brightest student

Shit, look now

I could pull up on my teachers, up a book now

Shit, my mama and my pops, they did a good job

Shit, they create a G.O.A.T

Bust AP on the planes, I'm gon' play the Rollie

On the same shit, like literally, I just ate some Coney

I can't trust nobody, literally, they just play it phony

Still scared of the kitchen heat, you the same jabroni

Caught his duckin' ass out like, "Ain't it some pape' you owe me?"

RJ always trippin', RJ always trippin'

Shee, yeah, RJ this the one, okay

Big tripper vibes, you know what the fuck goin' on, huh

It's a glitch on this bitch, both hands on the stick

She gon' spit while she twist, both hands on the dick

Blow bands, make some, ain't no plans on the trip

If you risked what I risked, you'd be the man in this bitch

It's a glitch on this bitch, both hands on the stick

She gon' spit while she twists, both hands on the dick

Blow bands, make some, ain't no plans for the trip

If you risked what I risked, you'd be the man in this bitch

Weed loud as fuck, I need a muzzle for the blunt

Wocky, Wocky, Wocky, I done doubled up my cup

Why you trippin'? All that stumblin', now we done got the ups

Touchdown, touchdown, you a fumble in the clutch

Moncler Bubble Goose Trench, I can't rock Makai

Hundred up in Hutch, now my kid look like Haagen-Dazs

I'm in the Warzone with two weapons, finna drop a squad

Only time you ever leveled up is when you got on COD

Caught him posted on the block and got his spirit archived

<span begin="3:32.021" end="3:34.330">Let them fuckers get me in that room, them lyrics aren't mine</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="3:34.340" end="3:34.562">(Nope)</span></span>

Mastercard, Mastercard, it's clear the cart time

Tesla S plaid, I don't steer, the car drive

<span begin="3:39.222" end="3:41.258">Built the hustle, one of one, just check my DNA</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="3:41.268" end="3:41.512">(Fuck)</span></span>

<span begin="3:41.522" end="3:43.549">I'm in my Crocs, with cups and pints, I ain't no CNA</span> <span ttm:role="x-bg"><span begin="3:43.559" end="3:43.811">(Fuck)</span></span>

I got the style, AJ back in TNA

On stage, crowd screamin', "Tron," I knew I'd see the day

ShittyBoyz, Dog$hitMilitia, yeah