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VERSE ONE
I grew up the inner-city, surrounded by bad boys, nothin' like Diddy,
where dudes would punch a stranger in his face for something shitty,
like getting dropped in front of your friends from a girl thatâs pretty,
all because she wanna date a dude considered much more gritty,
where jokers step to you to stab you cos they hate your brother,
all because heâs dating some chick that they failed to make they lover,
where two friends as teenagers got each others back,
fast-forward, now one is supplying the other with crack,
where children kicked out of the class because they didnât listen,
fucked they education to become a guest inside a prison,
where beautiful chicks with infinite prospects,
tagged themselves to a loser like inanimate objects, yo',
I was surrounded by this bullshit all day, everyday,
but didnât stop me doing shit ...Lemons? fuck it, Lemonade,
cos I understood that my decisions were forever made
by the brilliance that I was given just to levitate.
CHORUS
Like magic,
levitate (scratch),
(yo), like magic,
levitate (scratch),
like magic,
levitate (scratch)
(yo), like magic,
I don't stop (scratch)
VERSE TWO
I came up in a time of street altercations, dudes fighting chicks,
prepared to beat a brother with a loose wall brick,
bust his eye, put him hospital, got my tooth chipped,
where chicks caught reputations as a scandalous bitch,
forgot to mention, two days suspension, no intervention,
teachers could fuck around and give the wrong kid a detention,
so this student put a bag over the teacher's head,
beat him with a metal pipe then went home,
left him for dead, crazy fucka,
Iâm from a place where the olders sent you out there
to steal a sports jersey, but I tell emâ no without fear,
without apprehension, hesitation or reluctances,
weed smoke and pill popping led to other substances,
no trust funds, no imperial materials,
the only silver spoon I had was sugar on my cereal yo',
I was surrounded by this all day everyday,
but I put my head to something bigger so Iâd levitate.
CHORUS
BREAKDOWN
scratching (breakdown)
VERSE THREE
Iâm raised up from a place where rappers wanna fight you
for being frightfully nice,
for every time you made a beat and grabbed the mic,
when they pull you in the corner, tell you change your name,
cos thereâs another DL on the DL and you doused his flame,
oh
Iâm
sorry,
Iâm just trying to make it out the hood just like the rest of them,
took a bunch of beats and now Iâm verbally molesting them,
you can call this a walk in the park like a pedestrian,
so Iâmma live it like the man I am and fuck your estrogen,
Iâm here to be the best of them, I guess Iâll be a pest again
until my lifeâs a testament to every living specimen,
and yet again just when they thought I wouldnât pass the test again,
I gathered with my tribe and so I guess Iâm on a quest again,
autonomous prominence, I am synonymous with dominance,
Iâm never doing nothing with incompetence,
cos we surrounded by it all day every day,
and thatâs a good enough reason for us to wanna levitate.
CHORUS
BREAKDOWN
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