LuminBeats, Yung SV - DIFFERENT LEVEL Lyrics

Different levels
Space cowboy shit
Let's go
Yeah, you became a feign
For what it seem, they kinda jealous
You making me, see like 3 different levels
It's often we, feel the need to end the rental
But my crib is usually where we end, so fuck my mental
Ridin' out for something but you wildin' out for nothin'
You can't get a fucking dollar and you reaching out ya collar
But you stayin' out the game
You said something bitch
Why don't you stay in your lane?
Sit, down, humble you real quick
You talking, now I'm spilling ya guts and they praying
I'm laying down the words that I'm saying, just take it
Don't act all tough cause you think you're brave or some play shit
Act a little more like yourself, or it's the pavement
Get some insight on conversation
Probation, ain't the way to go
To be vacant, is hate-less
Fuck the critics, fuck information, and hate shit
Hating on me cause I feel different, just listen
Past few years I just been grindin', pushing pedals
Still no change, the brakes is hard just like a kettle
But I cruise on down, I just be vibin' in the meadow
That's when I shout out from my dying friend Modelo
Hello, out to the wack rappers and sell-outs
The pussies always talking 'bout how they got all the Jello
Plus, isn't it convenient I just went and fell out
Now I'm talking sweet and acting like a perfect fellow
Well though, this is just a new age, the new rap
Bitches always talking 'bout how you ain't, and do that
Fuck em' though, they ain't even waiting, impatient
Talk a little more and your face compress the pavement
Yeah, they acting like they know me, but they don't
Like where the fuck was you when I was fucking broke
Wasn't you the dude who thought I was a joke?
But now I've come up and I'm talking 'cause you choked

Different levels
Space cowboy shit
Let's go
Yeah, you became a feign
For what it seem, they kinda jealous
You making me, see like 3 different levels
It's often we, feel the need to end the rental
But my crib is usually where we end, so fuck my mental
Ridin' out for something but you wildin' out for nothin'
You can't get a fucking dollar and you reaching out ya collar
But you stayin' out the game
You said something bitch
Why don't you stay in your lane?
Sit, down, humble you real quick
You talking, now I'm spilling ya guts and they praying
I'm laying down the words that I'm saying, just take it
Don't act all tough cause you think you're brave or some play shit
Act a little more like yourself, or it's the pavement
Get some insight on conversation
Probation, ain't the way to go
To be vacant, is hate-less
Fuck the critics, fuck information, and hate shit
Hating on me cause I feel different, just listen
Past few years I just been grindin', pushing pedals
Still no change, the brakes is hard just like a kettle
But I cruise on down, I just be vibin' in the meadow
That's when I shout out from my dying friend Modelo
Hello, out to the wack rappers and sell-outs
The pussies always talking 'bout how they got all the Jello
Plus, isn't it convenient I just went and fell out
Now I'm talking sweet and acting like a perfect fellow
Well though, this is just a new age, the new rap
Bitches always talking 'bout how you ain't, and do that
Fuck em' though, they ain't even waiting, impatient
Talk a little more and your face compress the pavement
Yeah, they acting like they know me, but they don't
Like where the fuck was you when I was fucking broke
Wasn't you the dude who thought I was a joke?
But now I've come up and I'm talking 'cause you choked