Leveling Up

You can't do it like rich finna do it

Who the fuck told you copy my music?

I'm the one with the style and influence

How the fuck am I really gon' prove it?

I drop hit after hit after hit

I'm not Drake, I'ma ride through the 7

I'm on Marbach, I'm callin' up Watts

Drop the tape we gon' fuck up the block

On they neck, on they ass, on they top

I'ma give this shit all that I got

Makavelli I'm feeling like Pac

Mac a bitch bust her down in my socks

Gotta leave, I ain't got time to chill

I chase money, my mind on a m

Need a paper, a motherfuckin' pen, get the mic 'cause I'm gonna go in

Hop on the beat, tear the motherfuckin' beat up

Hop on the mic, I feel like Ruben senior

Singing my heart out I just got to sing it

Whole lotta stick in this motherfuckin' Beamer

Whole lot of money, I don't got a wallet

Richard, you always just switch up the topic

I got the mind of a mad man, I'm buggin'

I'm from the West, so you know that I'm thuggin'

I get him gon' by the push of a button

He make a diss on a song, he a dummy

Baby bruddah, wrap 'em up like a mummy

So many body's, got sick to my stomach

I'm not reading all these comments, they bogus

I'm running shit if you still haven't noticed

La, la, la bomba, my Richie a soldier

Hittin' shit till it's done and it's over

I gotta roll with the punches

I built this shit off of nothing

This shit get filthy as fuck

Sometimes I questions myself is you doing enough

Then I look up in the mirror, it's really just you that's involved

You make the calls

You causing problems that no one can solve

Just gimme a hand or a round of applause

I need it all, I want it all

I'm tryna shine, you know I'm tryna ball

A house in the hills with a fence and a lawn

That's what I wanted, I knew all along

I ride with my daughter and show her my songs

When she look at me, she say, "Dad, you a star"

Why they taking pictures and following us

I love this shit it just gimme a rush

Never say never, you never get touched

I'm feeling like Meek now I'm leveling up

I don't understand what I made in a month

I'm spending this shit, I ain't saving enough

I used to be broke then a bitch in my ass

It's that boy Richard, they know I'ma crash

I got to show 'em, they don't understand

They used to doubt me, I do what I can