Cory Gunz - Levels (Freestyle)

[Verse 1]

Militia the clique, you know the mission the money

You fuck around with my niggas, I'll put the clip in your tummy

Don't want no niggas that's not about it, that hype me for nothing

I've got a case that's still open, I'll leave you light if you want it

I said it's levels to this shit, peddlin' this shit

He's never seen a bezel with so many pebbles in this shit

A rebel in a suit, I ain't here to settle for this shit

‘Fore I fuck her, I'd rather put a kettle on my dick

You might be vexed, I'll turn your wifey ex

I'm ridin' through the BX, the stretch like 3-X

I call my pop PG, Tune call me CG

Welcome back home Turk, BG gotta be next

I'm in Philly with my DC niggas

Me and O'Malley pro method promethazine sippers

Rollin', unloaded, the rider beside her

How to respond if I lit the green, nigga?
You don't wanna smoke…

Tell these niggas to tell all they bitches I'm back

Murder thought…

Tell one of these bitches I'm the shit, matter of fact

Bar for bar, ya'll niggas is behind

I'll put your career in prison any time

I'm my own government

And I'm only runnin' with one rule: no sucker shit

Rob niggas in the public

Beat they eyes back&blue then ask if they seen who they fuckin' with

And the Militia? Suck a dick, pretty trick

…wear the Depends and the dentures like you mother's mother, bitch

Never been too proud to beg

‘Cause I'm too high for pride when I move out the bed

I'm up, 'cause sleep is a luxury I can't afford

If I ain't lookin' tired, then you ain't gotta be scared

I'm a nightmare…