[Verse 1]

I'm fuckin' A. M. Pressive, you know that I'm ample

Like Cash "here's Johnny" I'm a shining example

Of a Midwest boy who's got a lock-down hand on

Stirring up the mix and serving up shit you can't handle

Love me or hate me, you can't get me wired

But you can call me O' Little, fuck an inch, I'll take a mile

Been sometime comin', soon to be a player

Like that gem Kate Hudson bitch, I'm almost famous

I'm out here in the world workin' for my dollar

Fuck that slangin' game, if I need a sack then I'll holler

That feeling like feeling "Juicy", it ain't just a dream

Smoke until I can't move, just like Christopher Reeve

Hits like a Bomber, B, 52 if you please

These cats kissin' ass, workin' on stronger knees

I know that in me it's the future they see

Ain't sayin' I'll lock you out, but I'm holdin' the key

[Hook]

They sayin' "A.M. Pressive he so impressive"

While you bitches on the bench I've been pressing

Fuck all the books, cause it ain't no lesson

The sky ain't the limit, I just soared past Heaven

[Verse 2]

Now I’m back with that second lick, bout to strike the center

Yeah my lady just loves That I lick the Tootsie Pop for dinner

I’m a dime on the Richter, A real Mister’s Mister

Like a hunter of the night, I get to cuttin’ like some scissors

A fucking lyrical casket is what you’re going to get put in

‘Cause you know that I’m rushin', just like Mr. A. Peterson

I know what you’re thinking, man, and I will repeat again

My style’s fresh as fuck and I’m still holding on that key, my man

Dark brews, hip hop tunes, faded lights and smoky rooms

Pulsing subs to make you move, maybe some liquor to help you groove

On the watch it ticks and tocks, we set shit off around the clock

I’m your Captain Kirk and off to space we will fucking rock

Tongue tied in a knot, higher than a Cosmonaut

Looking for an open shop to fill my gut and hit the spot

Evening drawing to a close, I’m about to lose my clothes

Unlike that Kony mother fucker, it will be indoors