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You see the chain but you missed the grind, bitch I hit the block while you lagging behind, snitch Niggas want clout for the work that I done But I'm the main one cooling under the sun Yeah, watch the bounce on the track, no cap Never look back, getting straight to the trap Niggas talk heavy on the internet screen But out in the streets they ain't never been seen I’m in the zone, let the bassline roll, bitch Keeping my rank, staying out of a ditch They trying to bite but the blueprint is mine Next Level, nigga, yeah, it's my time ​[Chorus] ​(Drums drop out, just pure sliding sub-bass) Let that shit slide, let that shit roll We crashing out, taking total control Yeah, let that shit slide, let that shit roll Fuck the opposition, yeah, we taking the gold Let that shit slide, let that shit roll We in the mix and we taxing your soul ​[Verse 2] ​(Percussion gets sharp, fast-paced flow) They thought it was jokes till the numbers went up Now they begging for features, they filling the cup I'm doing the math while I analyze screens You chasing a ghost, you don't know what it means Got VVS lines when I spit on the mic Giving these goofy-ass niggas what they like No safety net, pushed past the fake tropes Now we climbing the ranks, pulling the ropes From the back of the class straight to the booth Niggas dropping that cap, but I'm dropping the truth, bitch ​[Chorus] ​(Bass hits maximum distortion) Let that shit slide, let that shit roll We crashing out, taking total control Yeah, let that shit slide, let that shit roll Fuck the opposition, yeah, we taking the gold ​[Outro] ​(Drums fade out, leaving the raw guitar loop and bass) Yeah. Let that shit roll. Next Level. We out the shadows, nigga. Fuck you talking about? (Beat cuts dead)