Testo Levels dey - The Wahala Collective
Testo della canzone Levels dey (The Wahala Collective), tratta dall'album Wahala Hustle. Wahala Love.
I'm cutting the line
I'm cutting the cord
I'm bored of the average
I'm flipping the script
I'm flipping the bird to the savage
The cabbage is growing
I'm owing nobody
I'm owning my body
I'm toning the muscle
I'm honing the hustle
I'm winning the tussle
No time for the rustle
Of leaves in the wind
I'm focused on wins
I'm repenting for sins
Of wasting my time on the water that's gin
Throw the bottle in bins
I'm looking at figures
I'm watching my figures grow bigger
I'm pulling the trigger
I'm working with vigor
A heavy gold digger
I'm moderate now
But I want the modern rate
I'm clearing my plate to clean up the slate
I'm controlling my fate
I'm changing my state
I'm raising the stakes and I'm raising the rate
If you showing up late
Then you locked out the gate
I had to let them go
To let the garden grow
I'm moving silent like a submarine below
No women in the bed
Just money in the head
I'm sleeping early
Waking up to break the bread
Na so e be
I pay the fee
I lock the door and throw away the key
I'm under construction
Yeah
No introduction
Yeah
I'm blocking the function
Yeah
No interruption
I lock in, I lock in, I lock in
I'm chasing the profit
I'm stocking
I lock in, I lock in, I lock in
The door is shut
Don't bother knocking
I'm watching the scale
I'm tipping the scale
I'm scaling the business
Can I get a witness
I'm focused on fitness
I'm treating the sickness
The sickness of lazy
My vision is hazy
They calling me crazy
But pay me in, pay me in, pay me in, baby
I'm banking the interest
They show no interest
Until I'm the Pinterest
Board of the year
I'm shifting the gear
I'm making it clear
I'm checking the gross
Nothing is gross when you doing the most
I'm making a toast to the coast-to-coast
But I'm really a ghost
I'm taxing the asset
I'm fixing the faucet
I'm dripping in assets
I'm faceting diamonds
Impeccable timing
I'm climbing the climates
See I got the tender
I'm legal tender
Return to the sender
I'm blending the fruit in the blender
No surrender
It's lonely in the gym
When the lights are dim
I'm fighting with the man inside
I'm fighting him
I sacrifice the fun
To get the battle won
I'm sweating in the dark until I see the sun
Wetin man go do
I make it true
I'm turning old versions into something new
I'm under construction
Yeah
No introduction
Yeah
I'm blocking the function
Yeah
No interruption
I lock in, I lock in, I lock in
I'm chasing the profit
I'm stocking
I lock in, I lock in, I lock in
The door is shut
Don't bother knocking
They want the fruit
But they don't want the root
They want the cash
But they don't want the crash
They want the prize
But they don't want to rise
They want the view
But they can't fit the shoe
I paid the cost
I took the loss
Now watch me Boss
I don't miss
I dis-miss the miss
I don't need a missus
Until I got riches
I'm burning the bridges
I'm digging the ditches
I'm cutting the cheque
They showing re-spect
I come for the neck
I check on the mate
And I scream out checkmate
I clear off the deck
My capital is capital
Living so practical
Tactical
My physical is critical
Nothing political
Biblical
I'm under construction
Yeah
No introduction
Yeah
I'm blocking the function
Yeah
No interruption
I lock in, I lock in, I lock in
I'm chasing the profit
I'm stocking
I lock in, I lock in, I lock in
The door is shut
Don't bother knocking
Don't bother knocking
The door is locked
Ghost mode
We working
Credits
Writer(s): Wahala Collective
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