Lyrics To the a.M. - Anilyst

To the a.M.

I’m addicted to causing you all hell
Sick with the thoughts like the cartel
Might piss on your broad like I’m R Kell
Dick is as hard as a barbell
Dog you as soft as a marsh mell
Spark a cigar make the car smell
Caution my dogs finna launch a shell
Watching it causing your heart to fail
It’s like I’m stuck in the ozone
Cause I’m high as fuck in my own zone
Light it up and I’m so gone
You should try a puff and get your dome blown
Get change, dough’s a must
Yea I’m from the coast where they throw them dubs
Known for the ho’s and the potent bud
Make a toast to the dopest and pour it up
Smoke an ounce till he lays on the ground
Ho it’s 'bout to be major in town
Those who doubted me say that they proud
Cause they roll around the streets playing my sounds
Deep with this shit so I might flaunt it
The level I spit at is ironic
Each lyric delivered is iconic
See he’s been considered as psychotic
Scrambling mind so I light chronic
You amateurs try but don’t quite got it
Damage your site if you try talkin'
Gamble your life put a price on it
Limits on a thin line test the boy
I’m getting what the kid strived extra for
Life is a big grind that’s for sure
We’re winning on this side check the score
We grind all day long, day long, day long
I been on my job since long ago
Grinding while I conquer obstacles
Don’t sleep when you’re tryna rock the globe
No thief but I’m often robbing shows
Bitches seem to just stop and drop it low
And they feed off of lots of gossip so
Getting me is the top of all their goals
Hennessy gets them popping off their clothes
Eight bars that can make you woozy
Kid stays raw like a plate of sushi
Play Ray Charles as I blaze this doobie
While the Playstation got my favorite movie
Lemme speak malicious
If you’re planning to talk you gone leave with blisters
Now hand me a box of your sweetest swishers
One hand on my cock as I read the scriptures
I’m, mister colossal
Using his fist just to fit through your nostrils
Taking yo chick out for chicken and waffles
Making you sick as I dip in your Tahoe (dip in your Tahoe…)
Your heart may sink
Writing some bars that your broad may sing
Ill with the mind need an all day shrink
And I live on the grind it’s an all day thing
The effort I’m bringing
With my measure of thinking
Gots you sweating and stinking
Heavily stressing excessively blinking
Cause yo credit is shrinking
Now you’re just stressing repeatedly drinking
Cause you’re upset I’m ahead while you’re sinking
I’m getting Benjis you’re messing with Lincolns
Got at least two blunts
Smoke on my weed you gone need new lungs
Bow down I’ma make you weak dudes run
Countdown motherfucker three… two… one
I stay wrecking this third verse got 'em straight threatened
Curse words if I may mention
Work first and we play second
I’m, the baddest of people
Man on a plan just to shatter your ego
Jacking your van just to crash in your regal
Sticking your hand in a bag full of needles
Base strong, stay supplying my great songs
Name a rhyme I can’t take on
It’s cause I’m grinding all day long