I love a girl that think a lot, cause sex with me is mental
You ain't testin me or next to even close to my level.
O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general
So far, there's nobody thats even close to my level
I don't know why i'm even on this track
My life path is chosen and there's no goin back
I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one
Level eleven, my raps from heaven
But soon i'll diss this pad of rappers below my level
Forever i ain't run yet and i never will
And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes
Disrespect him in my mind for the path he chose,
That if they cross my path
Bring your pen and your weed stash
Monday through monday we be cashing checks
Only level two, brawling my way upstairs
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