Cognac & Models

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 [Verse 1]: 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 [Hook]: 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) [Verse 2]: 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 [Hook]: [Verse 3]: 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 [Hook]: