Anilyst - Clique Remix lyrics

Ain't nobody f**in' with my Yeah Oh sh** It's your boy Anilyst Yeah [Hook]: Ain't nobody f**in' with my sh** sh** sh** sh** sh** Try to spit it better than my motherf**in' sh** sh** sh** sh** sh** You can hear their sound, they ain't nothin' like my sh** sh** sh** sh** sh** And all these bad b**hes Man they wanna strip they wanna strip they wanna strip They wanna, they wanna, they wanna [Verse 1]: If it's a race, then it's my lead Now get a taste of this fly weed I'm finna blaze till my eyes bleed I'm here to say what my mind speaks Feel the rage of my rhyme speech Innovate cause my mind's deep A pen and page is what I need To kick my brain up in high speed In the range cause we ride deep Figure eight through the night streets My n***as came to supply beats Cause they love the way I recite heat Time piece lookin' pricey Got a dime piece that's a Pisces Likes weed and she sight sees Fistey, call her wifey They call it a game, I figured I'd win some Thinkin' it's time that I pick up momentum Holding the caliber, I put it against him This is a stick up to take all your income Then comes, you slayed as a victim Taking out anyone, making their fist pump Hoping they're ready to face what I bring them [Hook]: [Verse 2]: My fate is to play this artist Whose status remains the hardest Complaining his brain's the oddest But stays on this game regardless Insane but I stay the smartest Blaze on this hazel harvest Amazes how I aimed the farthest And managed to gain this knowledge You hate you'll be made a carca** Your face will be made a target I say this to state I'm heartless Preparing to waste this cartridge And tear through your face's cartlidge I swear Imma take them hostage And scare them to make them nauseous They'll pray till they lay unconscious Witness the flow and sit tight Gifted, I'm chose to rid mics Distant from those I dislike Itching to hold that clip tight Wanna pick fights? Pay a big price Stick a steak knife through your windpipe Feel the pain strike like a snake's bite You're the fake type [Hook]: [Verse 3]: My pa**ion to lack affection Is masking my past aggression No flashing, I'm past attention I'm trapped in this rap obsession This track is a flat confession A map to my mad perceptions So blast it, kid's cla** in session Just answer, don't ask no questions Get dropped if you add suggestions Props if you pa** this lesson If not then I'll grab that Wesson And pop it in your direction Don't stop till you show intestines Listen as the flow intenses b**h I'm a pro with the sentence My weed burn slow like incense Has a brother lit within an instance Hit her with a dick, leave an imprint Put a nickel in to get ten cents My intent is I'm fearful-less Can't deny that I'm here for this And they so surprised that I spit like this [Hook]: