Prod. by @Prodbywaynekirk
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Lyrics:
New Level (Remix)

(Hook)
I'm on a new level, I'm on a new level
I'm on a new level, I'm on a new level
Bought me a new shovel, put these pussy's in the dirt
Chain with the new bezel, all my homies put in work
I'm on a new level (I'm on a new level), I'm on a new level (I'm on a new level), I'm on a new level (I'm on a new level), I'm on a new level (I'm on a new level)
Bought me a new shovel, put these pussy's in the dirt
Chain with the new bezel, all my homies put in work

(Verse 1)
Why you still hang with the snakes?
Wha?
Why you still act like a fake? 
Why you keep raising the stakes?
I'll take you back to the place!
Imma go and then press all the damn triggers I'm shooting with hittas today
Imma go beat your ass then make you reconsider cuz I'm with yo bae
Now you really need to listen
This ain't simple like addition 
You need to get your squad and go and do some division
I ain't no damn mathematician 
But I see some snakes in your garden so I go straight dissing
Not my fault I got the game in submission 
Disappear like a magician
Then come back better than all I be raising suspicion 
Always been raised like a rebel
Always been told I'm the devil
Always been tougher than nails So I gotta be tougher than metal 
So good I'm winning some medals 
I'm bumping base and the treble 
Compared to me you're a pebble
Slamming my foot on the pedal
No longer stuck in the kennel
Cuz I know I'm better than you cuz I'm on a new level

(Hook)

(Verse 2)
Now who that kid with the flow?
Now who that kid that you know?
Now who that kid on a new level,
Reppin that 780?
I'mma make this city national
I'm the opposite of classical
Getting scared is understandable
Just don't go and be irrational 
My words are becoming flammable
Go and protect all your valuables
Cuz every single word I'm saying is killing men no wonder we murder Capitol
Rest in peace old me
Why you still act like a homie?
Why you still act like a phoney?
Did you tell them what you told me?
You don't even really know me
Beat you and make you more purple than codeine 
I do not care what you owe me
Mess with me you get more burnt than a bogie 
Yeah I know I'm gon make it big one day, doing it slowly
People living life right by me acting faker than kony 

(Hook)

New Level (Remix) - FCR

Ambition Lyrics:
I be getting all my boys then
Shooting gats you shooting toys and 
Never last I know my consequences I pick my own poison
I be killing every verse becuz my anger I be voicing 
I make hit after hit no wonder I'm making so much noise then
Not my fault tho 
Imma treat my lyrics like the bank do with they money imma lock it in a vault tho
Halt tho
My music so addictive, got you thinking, like it's cryptic, I be gifted, wanting more like chips with salt tho
Imma go and dominate the rap game as I concentrate on shit that imma nominate the shit I do the best, like why you complicate then conversate then hesitate and changing story, spot its fake, they call it hate, I call fate 
Fuck with family you know I'll run it up
Making all these tracks like I keep coming up
I be stacking numbers need to sum it up
Oh your feelings getting hurt you need to suck it up
I don't give a fuck if you a offended from me 
Got no labels yet so all this independent money
Oh you sorry now? Bitch that don't mean nothing to me
Scrawny white boy starting beef but now he running from me
I be making bangers this got me excited 
30k a day on views and I was real delighted 
Making bangers left and right my shit get copyrighted 
I wanna body slam this beat, yo let me call united 
All this shit got me ignited, I'm enlightened, I'm divided
All this shit that I've recited 
Throwing jams, you not invited 
Oh!
Don't just jump to fighting
Oh!
Bible verse I'm writing
Whoa!
We all under pressure like we've all been scuba diving 
Oh!
I be spitting all my bars I need to wait a minute
Oh!
Imma body every fucking beat from start to finish 
Oh!
Spitting lyric after lyric this my ammunition 
Oh! 
No permission I be taking more than I be given 
Oh! 
You flexing yo Guap
You flexing yo glock now
I don't know about you but, I be flexing my watch now
I just wanna be the top now
That's just what I wanna cop now
Imma fire all the shots "FCR STOP!" I ain't go stop now!

FCR - Ambition Prod. Cxdy

FCR - Water Feat. Vincii

Lyrics:
I be steady with my facts man
Got you running circles running from me like you PACMAN 
Got you running hiding from me like I was the taxman 
I be sending threats on paper you can call me fax man
You was being tough but I knew you was fucking acting
Boy you gotta act less
Thinking you was smart you not an actor you an actress 
Rolled up to your crib you stayed inside cuz you backless 
Boy fuck you, bitch faker than some plastic 
But this ain't Missouri tho
Raising all my fury tho 
Chatting like he bouta fight, I rolled up than said "would he tho?" 
Gotta kill him 9 times, cuz he just a pussy tho
I don't gotta fuck with all these kittens they be fucking pushy tho
I ain't got no worries tho
Drinking in the club now my vision getting blurry tho
Touch my girl again, imma send 3 shots like curry tho
Why you starting beef, then keep leaving in a hurry tho? 
Make you pay for speaking no respect like I'm insurance hoe! 
Y'all want beef with a man all you gotta do have no respect
Keep chatting shit boy I'll send 37 bullets to your neck
I ain't gon act like I got all this money, that I'm flying jets
This ain't no bow wow but you better bow for who's coming next 
All this shit I'm gonna flex, all the shit I'm gonna do if I were you I'd drop a bet
All this shit I'm gonna rep
I'm running home like I'm a met
Catching hands like you a net
Boy you keep on talking all this shit but I be saying threats
Soaking wet, why you getting nervous I ain't even sweat
Silhouette 
You keep coming back like some annoying debt 
Gambling with beta he said "alpha! bet!" (Alphabet)
I said every letter while repeating sounding like a fucking broke cassette 
This is not the life I'm living
Different gears I've never driven 
All the things that I have given
Havoc with no supervision
Mental, with a new condition 
All the hell I'm raising on this earth without no superstitions 
You think I'm talking shit? Than somebody tape me
I'm up in your face now somebody hates me
All the shit I do, makes my haters shape me
Here's my little secret, all my demons motivate me

FCR - No Respect Prod. Cxdy

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Lyrics: 
2x
She got attachments, I gotta wait for it 
She got on glasses, I got a taste for it 
She wanna practice, I got a place for it
Don't need a mattress, just need a space for it

Speak with ya voice I be speaking with trauma 
Don't even say it I know that you wanna 
I'm done with the drama, I care like Obama 
Act like I'm a bomber, bin laden, Osama,
You pull up with straps I pull up with katanas 
I'm wearing that Gucci you wearing that Prada 
I'm living my life like hakuna matada 
I take a look when she come out the sauna 
Like fuck 
She put in work like Madonna 
My check got double the commas 
You know that she always gon wear that designer 
But when she come over here she's wearing nada 

Fuck it up that shit is tragic 
This automatic 
Trust I'm a savage
I’ll show you magic
This shit is static 
I want good girl, I want a bad bitch 

I don’t wanna stress no fuss 
I just wanna check no lust 
I just wanna press my luck 
Why you gotta tease no fuck? 
Why you gotta lie to us?  
Why you gotta act so sus? 
Why you gotta do me wrong? 
Now I gotta break my trust 

Speed down with the dash up
Rob you with my mask up
Go do what you gotta do cuz
You ain’t ever gonna pass us 
Drink henny in a glass cup
I ain’t ever gonna pass up
I ain’t looking for a fast fuck
Got her face down with that ass up 

2x
She got attachments, I gotta wait for it 
She got on glasses, I got a taste for it 
She wanna practice, I got a place for it
Don't need a mattress, just need a space for it

FCR - LUST Prod. By MiiiKXY

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Lyrics;
What you gotta prove?
I ain’t gonna stop, listen you just better move 
I am not a fake, there’s just shit I gotta do
Listen I’m just coming through, got more people in my crew, I guess I just never lose
 
I be so divine 
Careful what you doing cuz you stepping outta line
Looking for some change, and this club is full of dimes
I be drinking liquor now it’s hard to make my mind
You take what I leave behind
I’m not sipping wine 
Got a couple shorties and they looking really fine
Switching with her friend, don’t know which I’m calling mine
Moving back and fourth don’t know how to pick a side
She gon die or she gon ride
What I gotta do to hold it down for my city 
You be running round town that’s a pity 
Listen for the gun sound of the fifty 
What you gon do for a milly, red like trippie, LA killy, pop a pilly fuck with us you acting silly, from the dead you killing billy, ice so cold it’s getting chilly, staying silent like a ghillie, he keep pushing me until he find out I’m a killer really 
Oh my god, I ain't tryna flex 
Tell me what I gotta check
I ain't asking for respect 
I ain’t tryna finenesse
Whats up next, where's the rest
Don't know if she from the city but she know I'm from the west
Fuck a snap we sending texts 
All this money I collect 
You got checker I got chess
I ain’t really gotta stress
Shit be getting really hot I need some ice up on my neck
I’m just never really pressed 
Thank the people that I met 
Yeah I’m thankful for my ex

2x
What I gotta prove?
I ain’t gonna stop, listen you just better move 
I am not a fake, there’s just shit I gotta do
Listen I’m just coming through, got more people in my crew, I guess I just never lose 

This ain’t nothing new 
This ain’t out the blue 
This is who I am 
This is what I do
I’m just the don of my city and it’s true
I don’t give a fuck, I be paying all my dues
I don’t give a fuck 
I ain’t saying much
Tried to keep it quiet 
Till I had enough 
I be drinking pouring all my liquor in a cup
All I gotta say just be careful who you trust 

What I gotta prove?
I ain’t gonna stop, listen you just better move 
I am not a fake, there’s just shit I gotta do
Listen I’m just coming through, got more people in my crew, I guess I just never lose

FCR - Never Lose Prod. TKAY

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Lyrics: 
She look back at it 
She gon do what she do she not bad at it 
Imma do what I do, it’s a bad habit 
But imma move how I move cuz she back at it
She look Back at it
She look back at it
She look back at it
She look back at it
She gon do what she do she not bad at it
Imma do what I do, it’s a bad habit

Drinking till my liquor gone
Yeah I got acouple stories but she tell it wrong
If you ain’t hear from me like it’s a sing along
Then I guarantee you’ve listen to some different songs 
Sitting in the club I be doing what I wanna
Chilling with the goats, y’all be chilling with some llamas
Only wear designer, Gucci and Balenciaga
She gon come over, buss it down thotiana
She just want a villa
I am not a killa 
But dont test me cuz I might reconsider 
I don’t pull a trigger
Pay until it fill up 
Imma keep grinding till I get like six figures 
I got some ciroc and it taste like vanilla 
Hold up the city on my back like a pillar 
Imma come back from the dead like thriller 
Only rock gold and real silver like the back of a gorilla
Now I’m tryna stay sober 
She look innocent till I got her bent over 
I be getting lucky like a 4 leaf clover 
Talk about the best way to get hungover 
Funny in the morning I ain’t even wanna hold her
Only one night do we really need closure
Now I’m stuck between a hard place and a Boulder
No fault to my ex, but I grew a lot colder
Give a fuck about your feelings 
I be driving with no ceiling 
Hoping that I make a million 
all this shit sound so appealing 
Said I hope I make a killing 
Gotta do what I be willing 
Got the cards that I be dealing
I said fuck you and your children I’m blessed 
All the cups I gotta fill em
All the bottles I be spilling
Laying back you know I’m chilling
All the shit they keep on billing 
She gon wear something revealing
You won’t notice that she stealing
Killed the hero made the villain 

She look back at it 
She gon do what she do she not bad at it 
Imma do what I do, it’s a bad habit 
But imma move how I move cuz she back at it
She look Back at it
She look back at it
She look back at it
She look back at it
She gon do what she do she not bad at it
Imma do what I do, it’s a bad habit

This where the town lay 
You keep listening to whatever the clown say 
People saying that I couldn’t but I found ways
Imma party all night like it’s sound wave
UK, how much a couple million pounds weigh?
I ain’t make it yet but I’m still tryna count days
Keep on pushing me and imma let that round spray
You ain’t ever gonna catch me with a downgrade 

She look back at it 
She gon do what she do she not bad at it 
Imma do what I do, it’s a bad habit 
But imma move how I move cuz she back at it

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