[Verse 1]
Got so many n***as on my sh** list
But I got so many n***as
Got so many b**hes off my hit list
Cause I already hit it
I know my presence is a blessing, do it look like I'm stressing?
Do it look like we stressing you?
Not man enough to even really look in my direction
I ain't apply pressure, I ain't even pressing you
I'm Lord Reggie, that's queen Khyia
Better bow down, homie keep quiet
Uh
That goes for you hoes too
Uh
Watch your mouth, watch a pro move
Uh
The first Novocaine was about not fitting in homie, I was so angry
Uh
This one is strictly bout getting spins, cause I'm so wavy
Hold up
Max B homie, shawty put the max speed on me
In the back seat on me, yeah, back seat moaning
On the black street, and it last till the morning
Morning moaning got you hotter than the sun don't it?
It's a crime how I rock
Time is money, but I ain't spend a dime on the watch
Um
Piss poor from the start
And I'm still grinding
Never had piss for a pot
Um
I wasn't raised by the streets
But I ate with them
Uh
I was caged with the beasts
So I rage with them
Boy is you stupid
I was trained by the Buddhist
Move in silence which explains my obsession with Judas
Silver spoons and two lips
I take both to the grave, I crave pleasure past the pulpit
[Hook-Kirk Hill]
What ya gon do?
Tell me what ya gon' do
Tell me what ya gon' do
How ya gon' eat?
Tell me how ya gon eat
Tell me how ya gon eat
When we run up on you?
When we run up on you
When we run up on you?
How ya gon sleep?
Tell me how ya gon sleep
Tell me how ya gon sleep
[Verse 2]
Let's talk about proof
Let's talk about proof
My team did numbers
While yo team flopped
My dude, let's talk about you
Let's talk about how ever since we started this here we been the only truth
We been the truth
Ya want competition, but we can't compete with you
That's competing to lose, be cool
Uh
Sing ain't lie
I done came through your set and set the roof on fire
That's why real cats respect me and ya cats want beef
Cause they know that's the only way we ever gon speak
Please
Get your gat and run that at me
Like my performance is boring, you will not clap at me
(Clap, clap)
Ya turn from gangster to athlete
When I come with no snub, ya run like track meets, uh
(Clap, clap)
Uh
Never will I lose
Cause even in defeat I rearrange these rules
Uh
Canvas parlay these fools
And turn nothing to something like we coming to lose
Like my whole crew, if we coming you lose
Like your broads panties boy, they coming too loose
Really?
I'll make your mind feel me 'fore the 9 peel me
Can't deny the grind, like I'm bout to pop a wheelie
These Jokers is silly, you hardly him, you Harley Quin
That's why you hardly on, you hardly win
Can i k** ya'll and escape the pen?
Watch the plot thicken my brother it all depends
Now pop pop, you hear the sneak shots?
Sneak dissin' getting sleek with it
Yeah yeah, now we all get it
Uh
No time for the hittin'
Like Fame said we ain't got time for these b**hes
[Hook]