The Morning

(Intro: Dbanj)
Stuttering
Giving em rest and making love again
In my best, I be the run again
And I have the man dem stuttering
(Hook: Dbanj)
Im getting this nigga in the morning
He gon think he been chiefing, just too long when
He see me in the evening, wanna catch all these feelings
Well, let me be the first to get mine, ohh
(Verse 1: Raekwon)
Barbeque and blow in the back of the crib
Sitting and counting, smoking a spliff, this shits a gift
All my niggas watches is rough, grabbing our crotches
Yelling what up? The jeans cost $500? Fuck
Stop it, keep baking, see, the smell its a statement
One freeze of this shit, you wont feel your legs kid
Im a gangsta corporate hustla, my voice is illustrious
Hounded by vicious dons, nigga we armed, trust me bruh
They yelling Chef, kill the plate with the cooks
I say Ye with 2 Chainz on, we Common , lets Push
Burn another bush, then burn another we brothers
Love us or not, the Mark Zuckerbergs of the block
Hug a knot, staying rich, we was built for the guap
Park the green six deuce on the deuce just props
Rock a kilt, mean Glock, Im all machinery, ock
Cling to me, now see how the scenery rock?
(Hook: Dbanj)
Im getting this nigga in the morning
He gon think he been chiefing, just too long when
He see me in the evening, wanna catch all these feelings
Well, let me be the first to get mine, ohh
(Verse 2: Common)
I was born by a lake, chicken shack, and a church
That mean the flow got wings and it come from the dirt
Godly, I know she wanna test the Rari
Eye on a dollar like Illuminati
Life is foggy, tryna see through the mist of it
Could have been living it, you was Mrs. Mischievous
This is just a letter to better your development
Situation delicate
(Verse 3: Pusha T)
Some claim God body, blame Illuminati
All cause his pockets now knotty as his hair, yeah
All Sonny, no Cher, only solitaires
You clusterfucks could cluster up
On tippy-toe and still not muster up
So its (ashes to ashes, dust to dust)
In God we trust, the game is all us
til the sky calls or its flames on us, Push
(Hook: Dbanj)
Im getting this nigga in the morning
He gon think he been chiefing, just too long when
He see me in the evening, wanna catch all these feelings
Well, let me be the first to get mine, ohh
(Verse 4: 2 Chainz)
2 Chainz!
Im chilling in my camo, flipping through the channel
On my GOOD Music shit, my logos a Lambo
Four doors of ammo, ammunition Im pitching
To make your body switch another position
(Verse 5: Cyhi the Prynce)
I hope the people is listening, I could never sell my soul
I gave it back to God at my christening
Its tickeling when I hear what haters be whispering
What makes you think an Illuminati would ever let some niggas in?
Fake friends and siblings
Like to wish you well but aint never flip the nickel in
Haters wanna pull they pistol when they see me in this race car
But you cant spell war without an A-R
15, I was pushing carts at K-Mart
By 21, they said Id be inside a graveyard
Cant wait to get that black American Express
So I can show them white folks how to really pull the race card
(Break: Kid Cudi & (Kanye West))
Yeah, you feeling on top now, getting that money nigga?
(You sold your soul)
Yeah, you feeling on top now, getting that money nigga?
(You sold your soul)
Yeah, you feeling on top now, getting that money nigga?
(Naw man, mad people was fronting
Aw man, made something from nothing)
(Verse 6: Kanye West)
I treat the label like money from my shows
GOOD woulda been God except I added more Os
If I knew she was cheating and still bought her more clothes
Its cause I was too busy with my Baltimore, you know
Some people call that the art of war, you know
I guess it depends what you falling for, the clothes?
Cars, money, girls and the clothes
Aw money, you sold your soul
Nah man, mad people was fronting
Goddamn, we made something from nothing