Level up

Is all i can do right now

Making my way up never looking downLooking in the mirror

Dont even know who I′m staring at right now

Funny cause my heart belongs to the southeast

Makes sense heart is where the home is

This is for all the homies

To the ones that know where the chrome is

The ones sipping on em forties

To the ones rolling up the good

The ones locked up still up to no fucken good

Sticking to this rapping

Even if they don't believe in me

THEY

I mean those who are close to me

Really really close to me

I Am never gonna give up

This shits addiction

Same man still with one mission

Get me outta this fuckin hole

Alter ego digging me up more n more

Can′t explain it

But i don't like this dude

Mad at nothing

Always ina a fucking mood

Fucking rude

Chin check

Fucken cruel

Manos

Ima put hands on this fool

Paper beats rock

Will just prove that too

Grab the scissors

I'm cut this dude

Leave a scar

To remind him to

Not to fuck with the new me

I′m not the type to pull a shank on barbies new ken gee

Barbie cuz she made from plastic

How you expect her to be real

Can you explain that to mee?

Nothing gangster bout it

Homie let′s be real

She didn't you dirty once

No need to act a fool

Is like my cousin shot me by accident

And then now we act cool

Fuck that shit happen too

Tf is going on

Nobody gets betrayal no more

I don′t get it

It's wrong

It′s unacceptable

Sometimes friends are more like family

So it's replaceable

And they start acting different

Noones dependable

I′m Dysfunctional

Can't get back to the old me

Been tough with that nine to five

Less time working on that real dream

This hip hop shit I'm a real fiend

On these lyrics

I can get real mean

Write a bar every chance i get

Nothing that has happen in my life that I regret

The ones that were meant to leave are gone now

I was wrong now

I gotta pick and chose

Which ones perfectly fits the shoe

Can′t even trust family

Foos be actin wierd

Ghosting aint the way just keep it clear

I aint finding yall

Did that to many times

Now the time has come

To concentrate on me

The lyrics are coming somewhere deep within

Pain and agony

So i spaz with the pen

Neighbors fed up

Instrumental replay over and over again

On my boom box

Feel like a younger within

Head rocking back n fourth

Like a crazy couple in an argument

Do you comprehend

This is my fundament

Esta mentalidad

Es pura realidad

Yo no estoy en paz

Shots de tequlia me pone mas

Tranquilo

Estoy mas pesado que el kilo de cocaina

Mas puro mas fino

Si fumo me llaman el chino

Lo siento en mis pulmones

Y enfermon en los testinos

Tu no tienes el ritmo

Las rimas los tengo

En ingles y espanol

No sabes del flow

Jaycee has to much to grow

In HipHop to much to show