Novocaine
She tryna go to the city
But I'm tryna smoke on the way
And I'm tryna smoke on the wood
Yeah this shit my novacaine
And she wanna count up these fifties
But I'm making hundreds a day
You should prolly just f*ck out my face
Since a jit I been stuck in the maze
Won't take you back to the city
Where they take an ounce of the fake
And then mix it with power and hate
Then come try and devour your plate
But she talking bout getting litty
Smoke your blunt and get out of my way
In the place of that powder, an eighth
Yeah this shit getting louder, I can't
Like fuck that
Bring the cadence in
Smoke the blunt and bitch I think I'm great again
I got bitches addicted like novocaine
And the listeners listened I'm overplayed
I throw no shade
No beseeches
Overseas, I got holes im sinking
You noticed me, like they know this feature
Bump so high
And you so beneath it
I know
This deserve medals of gold
This is impeccable flows
You really never can know
Just check on the next episode
Of brayden be fucking the flows up
My check damar like Derozan
I put the veterans on
I put my letterman on
12 be like "what is you smoking?"
Chill it's that medical smoke
I'm fresher than y'all man, im elegant
I don't know who accomplished a better man
I been killing this shit since a freshman
Keeping a 9, with a grade A, clever bitch
Heard that boy wanna know where im at?
Find me out doing that shit that you never did
Stood tall, used to root for the pelicans
Til my boy Ja went out to memphis
What's the answer to get out there trenches?
Fuck around make a living off "Tetris"
Hit the block, turn the squares into x's
Busy day, can't reply to your message
I just keep my remarks to myself
Louis V, click it up on the belt
Thought I had chances, I never could tell
It's like boy if you hard then you up on the shelf
And all of that shit that you spitting irrelevant
My homies mixing the tape and then selling it
I can't get rid of these thoughts in my head
I'm writing this letter and after i'm mailing it
Like bro, can't get out my head
I know that this life is incredible
Something about it just kinda seem federal
Gotta be watching for feds
Fettuccini turned to fucking spaghet-
Margaritas for the breakfast in bed
Never see us, we be ducking the heads
Ain't no mockery in it, original energy
I put that shit in the pad and the pen
(Yeah, I put that shit in the pad and the pen
But I'm tryna smoke on the way
And I'm tryna smoke on the wood
Yeah this shit my novacaine
And she wanna count up these fifties
But I'm making hundreds a day
You should prolly just f*ck out my face
Since a jit I been stuck in the maze
Won't take you back to the city
Where they take an ounce of the fake
And then mix it with power and hate
Then come try and devour your plate
But she talking bout getting litty
Smoke your blunt and get out of my way
In the place of that powder, an eighth
Yeah this shit getting louder, I can't
Like fuck that
Bring the cadence in
Smoke the blunt and bitch I think I'm great again
I got bitches addicted like novocaine
And the listeners listened I'm overplayed
I throw no shade
No beseeches
Overseas, I got holes im sinking
You noticed me, like they know this feature
Bump so high
And you so beneath it
I know
This deserve medals of gold
This is impeccable flows
You really never can know
Just check on the next episode
Of brayden be fucking the flows up
My check damar like Derozan
I put the veterans on
I put my letterman on
12 be like "what is you smoking?"
Chill it's that medical smoke
I'm fresher than y'all man, im elegant
I don't know who accomplished a better man
I been killing this shit since a freshman
Keeping a 9, with a grade A, clever bitch
Heard that boy wanna know where im at?
Find me out doing that shit that you never did
Stood tall, used to root for the pelicans
Til my boy Ja went out to memphis
What's the answer to get out there trenches?
Fuck around make a living off "Tetris"
Hit the block, turn the squares into x's
Busy day, can't reply to your message
I just keep my remarks to myself
Louis V, click it up on the belt
Thought I had chances, I never could tell
It's like boy if you hard then you up on the shelf
And all of that shit that you spitting irrelevant
My homies mixing the tape and then selling it
I can't get rid of these thoughts in my head
I'm writing this letter and after i'm mailing it
Like bro, can't get out my head
I know that this life is incredible
Something about it just kinda seem federal
Gotta be watching for feds
Fettuccini turned to fucking spaghet-
Margaritas for the breakfast in bed
Never see us, we be ducking the heads
Ain't no mockery in it, original energy
I put that shit in the pad and the pen
(Yeah, I put that shit in the pad and the pen
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Writer(s): Brayden Mashtare
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