CLIP 2.7.5. - My Level [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Verse 1 - Clip275

You ain't on my level
Dipping the scene, pushin the pedal
Stick with the team but im a rebel
45, pack of the green, i never settle
Organized rap for the cream
I need a medal
Hard rock shit. im talkin metal
Fucked up nigga wit a past
Duck the police when they're commin for ya ass
Cuz mothafuckas always try to hold you down
Can't really fuck with me, i told you clowns
I got a golden sound
I fuck with zoe's n pounds
Trill city, nigga. here to burn the crown
Putting all this work up in my trunk
Drop it on ya town & ima bump
Everything from studios to funk
Feet up on the throne that you're never gonna debunk
My name is clip, i pack that clip
And bet i never slip that pistol grip, get pistol whipped
Shoutout my nigga Nell & Young Renegade
Brawvo, Curry, Champ - we sharper than some razor blades
I'm wildin in the coupe, you're caught up in the loop
Im sounding sicker everyday, somebody pass the soup
My body's after loot, while your party packed with the boo's
And i ain't talkin liquor nigga, im talkin bout pollutes"

Hook
You ain't on my level

Verse 2 - Yung Simmie

You ain't on the level that I'm on
2 double cups, yea im sippin' on Patron
I'm with 2 hoes, betta leave me alone
You whack niggas never smokin' on strong
I can't stop cuz a nigga just prolong
I rolled a joint, yea that bitch is so long
I hit that joint and a nigga is so gone
I'm with the crew & we do what we do
2.7.5. bitch, don't forget the 2
You feel my vibe & you hear that attitude
I mean mug, i ain't even mad at you
I seen his girl so i had to bag her too
Cuz im a mack, i do what i gotta do
And nigga you ain't on my level, who is you?
I pop pop with the pistol, now he through
She pop pop for the crew, she so loose
We sippin juice

Hook
You Ain't on My Level

Verse 3 - Clip275

Chop drop
Drop top
Ride wit a nigga gettin guap guap
Put it in my Dropbox
Onslaught
Killin every verse
I really feel like ima wild out' now
High right now
Charge a fine like pow
Don't give a fuck
Bite my style right now
I'm flyin off the top
Wit no prop I drop
The realest shit you probably ever fuckin heard, right now

Cuz you ain't on my level
I'm gettin green
Cuz of the metal
I flex n keep on wit dinero
Write my rhymes
My lyrics being settled Over
Couple duffle bags of the loochie
Hova
Couldn't touch this
If you knew me
Sober, Wouldn't be a way to go about such a thing
Talkin shit like I ain't bout to hit ya mama wit the bling
Nigga
Pump pump
BIGGA
Guns like what
Bank accounts six figures
Trunk bump phonk
Cadillac , big picture nigga now what?
Cabbage patch Lick
Split a pussy nigga like fuck
Get it?
Probably not
U niggas probably hot
Cuz u ain't ever on the level that I always rock
Got a 100 thousand reasons just to rep my own shit
Got my logic n my reason so i rep my own clique
Raider klan
Red Table
305 to the damn Gables
We go live not a damn fable
Kick it like a horse, nigga I'm a damn stable
Im Outta my mind , but my pay stable
Becuz I'm always gon grind
Which u can't relate to
Fans hate u, Fam never
Keep em close by, I'm a vendetta
N You ain't on my level