Reflex

Level up on you hoes your face is my ladder Send me your best fighter, aha, it don't matter New text from your man saying "ain't no one badder" Serve these looks h-hot on a platter They call me kj the k is for kahuna Shoulda called a medic to get your body soona Didn't mean to take her life, I wanted to play nice But she was acting big and bad, behind her device Now she's an example, let this be a reminder Come head to head with me, you won't be a survivor Lit the path for you all call me the igniter Bars like rikers I don't do ghost writers See how I got em all pressed like buttons I body bitches all day on defense like it's nothing Run the game with no effort but I got all y'all huffing Think you can compete with me that's some good gas you puffing But wait, there's more I'm a hundred miles a head, you're barely out the door Picking bags up like heather in a candy store I chase checks only, nothing less nothing more And I Do just what I pleases, can't get on top of me sis I work the beat so sick you woulda thought that these was sneezes Do just what I pleases, can't get on top of me sis I am so used to getting paper like it's a reflex I do just what I pleases, can't get on top of me sis I work the beat so sick you woulda thought that these was sneezes Do just what I pleases, can't get on top of me sis I am so used to getting paper like it's a reflex Would you look at the weather Think my lyrics too cold lemme throw you a sweater Let him think he have a chance at winning, just for fun The timer hasn't even started but I've already won He think that he can fuck with me because he make cents? Boy, look at you and look at me now make it make sense I've been the blueprint for you niggas, I'm the pretense Eyes closed, no hands, no assistance The way this kitty set up I turn ballers to beggars Pussy make him go stupid when he know he know better I'm up the game by 5 headers, but I let him think he clever Give me whatever whenever, he eat this cookie forever Once more I'm a hundred miles a head, you're barely out the door Picking bags up like heather in a candy store I chase checks only, nothing less nothing more And I Do just what I pleases, can't get on top of me sis I work the beat so sick you woulda thought that these was sneezes Do just what I pleases, can't get on top of me sis I am so used to getting paper like it's a reflex I do just what I pleases, can't get on top of me sis I work the beat so sick you woulda thought that these was sneezes Do just what I pleases, can't get on top of me sis I am so used to getting paper like it's a reflex