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FILM CREDITS
Director: Florian Joahn @florian.joahn
Producer: Anthony Idahosa @ant21ida
DOP: Courtney J.Bennett @courtneybennettdp
1st AD: Eilis Sanfey @eilis.sanfey
1st AC: Daniel Deighton
2nd AC: Ryan Rae
Production Assistant: Tinashe @ashe_tai
Gaffer: Beau Wilkinson @it_was_bobo
Spark: Justis @justherapper
Colourist: Vlad Barin @vladb.c
[Intro]
Bap
(It's Gdubz, baby)
[Verse 1]
You gotta listen to my rhymes a couple times
To really overstand, I over plan, I overthink
I really think it saved me from a lot
This generation weird
It's like I saw this shit coming, I'm not shocked, I'm so prepared
Before uptown, we was in the hood then
Batty and bench like I thought you was my good friend
But, you was comin' 'round for all the info
Together, we supposed to be on top
So how you end up as a opp?
You let the hate revoke your spot
No new friends, please, don't call me, "Sis," I'm not your kin, ho
And please, don't push my button
'Cause you know me and I'm stubborn
Your bridge, from I bun that
Know it ain't no comebacks, I don't even deal with most my cousins
And they hear I'm gettin' big
So the ones I've never met start comin' out the woodworks all of a sudden
My nanny gettin' older, that's the reason why I'm on go
I need my money pronto
I'm the topic haters need to have a convo'
You do all the cussin' and be bluffin' I can tell you ain't on nothing
I know what I'm on, you ain't on a thing at all
I've been me always
From back to my school days, I was rappin' in the dinner hall
Prada, not Wallabies
Them b*tches wannabes, I'm who they wanna be
Got them sayin', "Chy think she bougie, like, she don't even follow me"
The ones that doubted now acknowledge me, but I want an apology
[Chorus]
They ain’t on my level
They ain’t in my bracket
If I gave you my shoes bet you couldn’t hack it I get the bread and stack it
I get the bread and rack it
I run it up, I run it up
I make it look like magic
They ain’t on my level
They ain’t in my bracket
If I gave you my shoes bet you couldn’t hack it I get the bread and stack it
I get the bread and rack it
I run it up, I run it up
I make it look like magic
[Verse 2]
I ain't gotta justify, I'm so real
You don’t get to hang 'cause you don't know real
I ain't got the time to really sit you down and teach
You don't wanna work, you wanna leach
I ain't signed no deal,
They still can't keep up
All these niggas havin' kittens 'cause they're cattin' for attention
But they never get paid that
In a Maybach, so laid back, kick my feet up
I don't have to force it, it was written
I sorta could've been a author
Mummy's one daughter
And when I'm workin',
my goals I put my months by the quarter
My flow like water, my drip like water
Crusin' in the Range, I'm just rememberin' the Corsa
Speed off, Forza, they can't catch this
No time for Labrish, that's the reason they can't match this
On the 'net, they're so bad, but not in real life
In real life, they're catfish (Bap-bap, bap)
[Chorus]
They ain’t on my level
They ain’t in my bracket
If I gave you my shoes bet you couldn’t hack it I get the bread and stack it
I get the bread and rack it
I run it up, I run it up
I make it look like magic
They ain’t on my level
They ain’t in my bracket
If I gave you my shoes bet you couldn’t hack it I get the bread and stack it
I get the bread and rack it
I run it up, I run it up
I make it look like magic