Another Level

They tryna say that I changed cause I came up

But I'm the same old me, the same old G

I'm just living in the fast lane

With a bad bitch who know how to keep it low-key, low-key

I'm on another level, I'm on another level

I'm on another level, I'm on another level

Welcome to the streets where it's all good

Such a beautiful day up in my neighbourhood

Mom's in the kitchen, pops at work

The kids playing hustlers on the block

Cops still tripping, damn, where all the homies

And they throwing up that West Side

Don't get it twisted though, we grew up on the East Side

Ran the streets with the homies, we ain't have much to do

And every Saturday we'd pull up over at the troop

No excuse, just produce, I'm a product of this mad city

South Central, Watts and Compton, it ain't pretty

But it's home, I can handle the rock like I was moving weight

And pops taught me to shoot but dog I'm talking hoop

So what you thought, cause I'm young and I'm black

That I resort to that, to moving this crack

Nah I had hoop dreams of balling out, so what you talking 'bout

OG told me get your mind right and make it out

They tryna say that I changed cause I came up

But I'm the same old me, the same old G

I'm just living in the fast lane

With a bad bitch who know how to keep it low-key, low-key

I'm on another level, I'm on another level

I'm on another level, I'm on another level

See this the city where if you can make it here, you make it anywhere

On my side you better bring your A-game

This that step back fade away, cops come don't say no names

We clown lames, goddamn, I'm balling now

Lord, them low-lows and 5.0s

We up in Bobos or Hawkins, King, Drew, Centennial, Markham

Never made it to the pros but damn it I'm balling

Rolling up central, tell me I'm flossing

Went from the little homie to big homie, now look at me

I get love from the streets, they say they feeling me

Stayed away from the busters and we looked up to the hustlers