God Level - Fred The Godson

Uh. uh huh

(My boy Smitty)

Uh huh, Smitty, what up?

It’s GORRRDO!

From the streets, I grew up here (BX)

The sewer here, my souvenir (Right)

Y’all puttin' up fake fronts, two veneers (Woo!)

So much water in the room, I wear scuba gear

What, Puba here? Y’all actin' Brand Nubian (Woo!)

Like y’all know the groove he in

Restaurant Peruvian (Right)

Diabetic and I’m still in them suites, you know the room he in

The 'caine came, the (?) (what else?)

Then came the rings (what else?), then the chain it blings (what else?)

In the Range, it swings around the strip to the chamber sing

Before Netflix, I seen Stranger Things

From the Bronx, the jewels come with hatred (Right)

And the word opportunist is an understatement (Uh huh)

Cut the brick, we gon' do it, let the 'caine flip

No matter the weather, it snowed at the arraignment (Get it?)

If you need blow, I’ll make arrangements

Just need to know just how much dough you came with (That's all)

And what the cost of the base is

And then poof, we off to the races

When the street lights come on

That’s when my mic come on

You listen to the radio hopin' I might come on

Aight, come on

They want that God level

I know they want that God level

Uh, they wanna see that God level

Y’all can’t break me

I drop knowledge

Then I write how y’all hate on my jewels, and frankly (Woo!)

I never cared what they rank me

Birth they verses, never cared if they thank me

Huh, I did it for the culture

Wishin' one day I could spit it in (?)

Side bitch on the sofa, we arrived in a Rover

If you know me then you know I don’t drive, that’s not my chauffeur

That’s my family

They’ll also put the infrared ray on ya brother, turn you to Brandy

TBM, the brand, B

I ain’t like with the pen that had me fightin' with kin, I’m Zangief

It’s all love at the end of the day (Right)

That’s ya wife, believe whatever she say (Believe it)

Just keep ignorin' the fact

But one day she’ll get caught in the act

Huh, back to me I’m just recordin' these raps (Right)

Author of the hood, just reportin' the facts (That's all)

My lines light like a candle, then I’m drippin' on wax

Somebody tell the hood that I’m back, God

When the street lights come on

That’s when my mic come on

You listen to the radio hopin' I might come on

Aight, come on

They want that God level

I know they want that God level

They wanna see that God level