Lyrics Cognac & Models [Cnm] - Anilyst

Cognac & Models [Cnm]

I just need to get in that right mind state
That mindset of zoning the fuck out, ya know what I mean?
I need to zone out bruh
Zoning (X4)
Yeah
On the road to meet bitches
Flow’s known to be vicious
Young dude that will hold his own
But his soul’s as old as Egyptians
And he’s so close that he’s inches
From overthrowing this business
Gots his hoes twerkin' that fitness
You can swear this girl was a gymnast
Let em' all hate, I bet I will not
Get on my case, but get off my cock
Came in the game, I’ll aim for the top
Till the day that my name’s engraved in a rock
Hater make way cause I’m takin' my shot
Chasing the game, I’m not able to stop
Straight from the cradle, my brain wasn’t stable
So send me an angel to pray for my thoughts
Bitch I’ma ball
The kid is a man that’s been through it all
From gettin' in brawls
To dealing with drama from bitches and broads
Sicker than SARS, here to deliver magnificent bars
Man on a mission to stick you with scars
Damaging anything dissing my cause
I got it, on top like a high pilot
The game’s dirty, I’ll lysol it
I’m eye ballin' your wife’s wallet
I’ll, take her dollar bills
When I die, say goodbye to real
I’ll strive till I make a lot of mill’s
Why lie?
Yall hatin' on the skills
We’re throwin' stacks until we’re out of dollars
It’s more than money you should ask about us
I got the Lac' full of all my partners
Who got my back bro and that’s a promise
It’s more than just some cognac and models (X4)
Flow is so passionate
Boy’s sick as a damn clinic
Oh shit cause I’m back in it
Your ho’s been in here, backing it
I rolled in that black tinted
Whole clique’s gon' act timid
Ho bitch, you’z a wack gimmick
Ho bitch, you’z a wack gimmick
Unsigned, on my boss shit
One time for the hardships
That fine line, don’t cross it
I’ll sky dive in a moshpit
While I blindside you with jaw kicks
Pile drive you be cautious
I advise you to walk with
A knife beside you or call quits
There’s evidence I would be fly
Ever since I was knee high
Hella bent off this cheap wine
I have hella sins, can I rewind?
You bitter fucks needa realize
That we getting up like a G5
Skilled enough so they see why
I’ve built a buzz like a beehive
You fuckers know that he won’t stop
Jumpin' over these road blocks
(rum and soda we’re zoned out)
(drunk or sober we’re so down)
On the road to make more sounds
From the coast where they smoke pounds
Call me A but I’m known now
Call me A but I’m no noun
Stay with ease when I slay beats
Hater please you ain’t phase me
The way he writes daily
It’s like ABC’s to these babies
Take the keys to your Cedes'
Make you think that he’s crazy
Faker we getting brain for free
While you pay a fee for these ladies
Mami knows she a straight dime
Always on her I can’t lie
Got me zoned when her body’s shown
It’s like a bone to a canine
Striving for what we can’t buy
Writing all through the late night
Writing hard like a monologue
We grinding dawg, it’s game time