The Morning (Explicit) - Raekwon/Pusha T/Common/2 Chainz/Cyhi The Prynce/Kid Cudi/D'banj
Written by：Travis Scot
Stuttering
Giving 'em rest and making love again
In my best I be the run again
And I have the man dem stuttering
I'm getting this ni**a 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
Barbeque and blow in the back of the crib
Sitting and counting smoking a spliff this sh*t's a gift
All my niggas watches is rough grabbing our crotches
Yelling what up
The jeans cost $500 f**k
Stop it keep baking see the smell it's a statement
One freeze of this sh*t you won't feel your legs kid
I'm a gangsta corporate hustla my voice is illustrious
Hounded by vicious dons ni**a we armed trust me bruh
They yelling Chef kill the plate with the cooks
I say 'Ye with 2 Chainz on we Common let's 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 I'm all machinery ock
Cling to me now see how the scenery rock
I'm getting this ni**a 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
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
Some claim God body blame Illuminati
All cause his pockets now knotty as his hair yeah
All Sonny no Cher only solitaires
You clusterf**ks could cluster up
On tippy toe and still not muster up
So it's ashes to ashes dust to dust
In God we trust the game is all us
'Til the sky calls or it's flames on us Push
I'm getting this ni**a 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
2 Chainz
I'm chilling in my camo flipping through the channel
On my Good music sh*t my logo's a Lambo
Four doors of ammo ammunition I'm pitching
To make your body switch another position
I hope the people is listening I could never sell my soul
I gave it back to God at my christening
It's 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 ain't never flip the nickel in
Haters wanna pull they pistol when they see me in this race car
But you can't spell war without an A R
15 I was pushing carts at K Mart
By 21 they said I'd be inside a graveyard
Can't wait to get that black American Express
So I can show them white folks how to really pull the race card
Yeah you feeling on top now getting that money ni**a
You sold your soul
Yeah you feeling on top now getting that money ni**a
You sold your soul
Yeah you feeling on top now getting that money ni**a
Naw man mad people was fronting
Aw man made something from nothing
I treat the label like money from my shows
Good woulda been God except I added more O's
If I knew she was cheating and still bought her more clothes
It's 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
