Its Just A Beat Productions - Level Up (feat. Tril)

Step your game up. IJAB
Mic check 1,2
Homey, amigo, brother, ninja, sister, you, cousin, aunt, uncle
And who else? Mama, dead beat daddy
Couldn't raise me because he knew he wasn't ready
We all family, let's step our game up, let's step it up (HEY)

It's ghetto music, it's Think Love music
You can't refuse it, you can't confuse it
We flip two scripts complete
It's Just A Beat, that's how we reach you
You don't need a lawyer to tell you that this is legal
You might need the army to hold back my people
It's yours for the taking, live it up, do or die (Hey)
How we deal with haters ain't a mystery, we make em cry

Make em cry yo, I rep Cincinnati happily (IJAB)
Fork in the road, what's the strategy
It takes time to think, you wanna level up rapidly
Then try to avoid tragedy

Make em cry yo, I rep Cincinnati happily (IJAB)
Fork in the road, what's the strategy
It takes time to think, you wanna level up rapidly
Then try to avoid tragedy

Bump in the road, no problem
I got the steering leaning, swerving, feeling awesome
Drinking non alcoholic, whatever you call it
We don't mix our liquids with our solids
If I'm getting play then I'm getting paid
We the Midwest Boys, you a toy, we the 2020 upgrade
And we goin on 3 decades with underground accolades
We up, throw a parade
Bring ya family
And when the time comes, I'm gonna pass it out like candy
We don't chase clout, we erase doubt
We don't make outs (HITS!). You lookin' real bootleg fancy
You lacking the talent to be handy, but since I'm Handyman
I back slap these hoes on the daily til they understand me
Yo, it's I to the J, A to the B
Evolve, level up from man to manly, (Hey)

Fork in the road, what's the strategy
It takes time to think, you want to level up rapidly (Hey)
Then try to avoid tragedy

Make em cry yo
I rep Cincinnati happily
Fork in the road what's the strategy
It takes time to think, you want to level up rapidly
Then try to avoid tragedy

A lot of these cats need to level up, you rep for what
Reppin It's Just A Beat, them other cats suck at being butt
Never letting up, putting pressure on these weak cats
They lack discipline, claiming I ain't peep that
Snatching up all the cash, Tone Dash I need that
Add a G to it, your style I see through it
It would be different if I was rolling in a Buick
Level up my game, spit rhymes and go stupid
Who you know a dude that can turn half a pie into a whole
Splitting pies with guys knowing how that money fold
We throwing body blows
I'm sick like Little Marty with the snotty nose
Chop it and bag it to make a profit, spittin a lot of flows
Anytime we get in the booth, we like to lock and load
I'm gonna step it up, level up, you cannot block the code
IJAB Productions, knowing how to rock a show
Drop it low, my metal is heavy pull it out cock it and blow
Level up a lot of doe, we the hottest bro
Mess with us then you gotta go, IJAB

Make em cry yo, I rep Cincinnati happily (IJAB)
Fork in the road, what's the strategy
It takes time to think, you wanna level up rapidly
Then try to avoid tragedy (Hey)

It's ghetto music, it's Think Love music
You can't refuse it, you can't confuse it
We flip two scripts complete
It's Just A Beat, that's how we reach you
You don't need a lawyer to tell you that this is legal
You might need the army to hold back my people
It's yours for the taking, live it up, do or die (Hey)
How we deal with haters ain't a mystery, IJAB, we make em cry

Complaints or complacent, choose your own destiny
Just some food for thought when you cheffin your own recipe
Now life is what you make it, take steps to level up
Take steps to the level up and get up out of the basement
Rob Ill called me up and said to me Tril lace it
And give them bars like prison yards and steel cages
I stood afar but overall, I'm your favorite
You are witnessing greatness, sorry for my lateness
But I've been building a legacy to leave my babies
Buildings lately, investments, no dealings shady
My ceilings crazy, and I ain't reached my peak yet
And I ain't satisfied til I'm holding the biggest piece yet
C suites, C exec, CEO, see it yet
You're just sleeping or dreaming to be the next
I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death
My life is fly like 30,000 feet up in a jet

It's ghetto music, it's Think Love music
You can't refuse it, you can't confuse it
We flip two scripts complete
It's Just A Beat, that's how we reach you
You don't need a lawyer to tell you that this is legal
You might need the army to hold back my people
It's yours for the taking, live it up, do or die (Hey)
How we deal with haters ain't a mystery, we make em cry

Written by:
Elton Gordon, Gregory Greenlee, Robert Greenlee

Publisher:
Lyrics © ITS JUST A BEAT PRODUCTIONS, O/B/O DistroKid

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