In The Morning (feat. Beeda Weeda & Work Dirty)
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The slums of the big town as packed with drama and
Danger as the squalid streets of some native quarter
In the heart of this melting pot of crime stands an
Oasis where one man struggles against the forces that
Turn his loved ones to lives of violence and shame
Ooh, sinister mob shit, choppers all in the closet
Hydrogen lamps in the attic, growin' broccoli, spinach and cabbage
Vacuum sealer on the counter, right next to the money counter
That's right next to the scale for weighin' nuts and fruits, now yell
That's my excuse if they took me to jail, listen to this here, cuz
Never explain to the po-po and tell '
Em shit, 'cause they ain't the fuckin' judge
It's money on my mind and paper I gotta get
Bitches I need to fuck and licks that I must hit
Moves that I'ma make and whips I'm tryin' to flip
Steps that I should take, be careful I don't slip
When I was little I had to observe, watch and listen
So I could be well-conditioned and ready
For the unexpected to occur at any time
On my 24-hour grind, in my prime, gettin' mine
Greenbacks in the makin', gouda on the line
Chalupa I be chasin', nine by my spine
Outsmartin' the po-po sellin' dope, holdin' up a homeless sign
Banger hidden under my clothes, I pull it out and they know
Bustin' rubber bands, gettin' that dough
I got that plug and we juggin' for sure
Just ask all the narcs, I'll be right back out here in the mornin'
Banger hidden under my clothes, I pull it out and they know
Bustin' rubber bands, gettin' that dough
I got that plug and we juggin' for sure
Just ask all the narcs, I'll be right back out here in the mornin'
Wake up in the mornin', first thing on my mind is guapo
Gouda, shooter knock the meat up out your taco
Capo, I don't serve, I just sit back and watch, bro
Sig's, Llamas, Rugers, in love with my 40 Glock though
Slidin' through the ghetto on fo's, dodgin' them potholes
Heavy metal, drugs and hoes, call it the rock show
Boy, I'm really mobbin', no problem to get your top blown
Hit 'em up, split 'em up, pick 'em up
Right back at it when the cops gone
Welcome to the top zone, 2-8 block, nigga
Raised by J-Mo, certified top hitter
Swisher filled with dead, got it by the Glad bag
Gucci belt, I let it sag, stuntin', showin' my ass
Flashin' on my little thug bruh, take your bad ass to class
Gotta feel 'em, can't be mad, caught him dippin' in my stash
No test, two tabs, I'm rollin'
I've been posted on this bitch since mornin'
Banger hidden under my clothes, I pull it out and they know
Bustin' rubber bands, gettin' that dough
I got that plug and we juggin' for sure
Just ask all the narcs, I'll be right back out here in the mornin'
Banger hidden under my clothes, I pull it out and they know
Bustin' rubber bands, gettin' that dough
I got that plug and we juggin' for sure
Just ask all the narcs, I'll be right back out here in the mornin'
Turn the rock, go ham, money on my mind 24/7, damn
Kick a broke bitch out my spot like Pam
I'm a hustler in every sense of the word
Favorite days of the month? First to the third
That's when all the fiends got dough so I don't sleep
Tell my narcs to spread the word, bruh, I'm takin' EBT
WIC cards, social security checks, I run through them
Dope fiend runnin' in the driveway right now, boy, I scooped him
Work, where you bank? Shit, the B of A
Bread out our ass, deposits all day
Schemin' on the come up, tryin' to get my ones up
30 Round dick, wish a nigga run up
I keep a weapon, a pistol, poker or popper
Somethin' to bludgeon a hater to death if he disrespect my propers
Work 30, I'm a motherfuckin' monster
These noodle spine niggas get ate like pasta
Banger hidden under my clothes, I pull it out and they know
Bustin' rubber bands, gettin' that dough
I got that plug and we juggin' for sure
Just ask all the narcs, I'll be right back out here in the mornin'
Banger hidden under my clothes, I pull it out and they know
Bustin' rubber bands, gettin' that dough
I got that plug and we juggin' for sure
Just ask all the narcs, I'll be right back out here in the mornin'
Danger as the squalid streets of some native quarter
In the heart of this melting pot of crime stands an
Oasis where one man struggles against the forces that
Turn his loved ones to lives of violence and shame
Ooh, sinister mob shit, choppers all in the closet
Hydrogen lamps in the attic, growin' broccoli, spinach and cabbage
Vacuum sealer on the counter, right next to the money counter
That's right next to the scale for weighin' nuts and fruits, now yell
That's my excuse if they took me to jail, listen to this here, cuz
Never explain to the po-po and tell '
Em shit, 'cause they ain't the fuckin' judge
It's money on my mind and paper I gotta get
Bitches I need to fuck and licks that I must hit
Moves that I'ma make and whips I'm tryin' to flip
Steps that I should take, be careful I don't slip
When I was little I had to observe, watch and listen
So I could be well-conditioned and ready
For the unexpected to occur at any time
On my 24-hour grind, in my prime, gettin' mine
Greenbacks in the makin', gouda on the line
Chalupa I be chasin', nine by my spine
Outsmartin' the po-po sellin' dope, holdin' up a homeless sign
Banger hidden under my clothes, I pull it out and they know
Bustin' rubber bands, gettin' that dough
I got that plug and we juggin' for sure
Just ask all the narcs, I'll be right back out here in the mornin'
Banger hidden under my clothes, I pull it out and they know
Bustin' rubber bands, gettin' that dough
I got that plug and we juggin' for sure
Just ask all the narcs, I'll be right back out here in the mornin'
Wake up in the mornin', first thing on my mind is guapo
Gouda, shooter knock the meat up out your taco
Capo, I don't serve, I just sit back and watch, bro
Sig's, Llamas, Rugers, in love with my 40 Glock though
Slidin' through the ghetto on fo's, dodgin' them potholes
Heavy metal, drugs and hoes, call it the rock show
Boy, I'm really mobbin', no problem to get your top blown
Hit 'em up, split 'em up, pick 'em up
Right back at it when the cops gone
Welcome to the top zone, 2-8 block, nigga
Raised by J-Mo, certified top hitter
Swisher filled with dead, got it by the Glad bag
Gucci belt, I let it sag, stuntin', showin' my ass
Flashin' on my little thug bruh, take your bad ass to class
Gotta feel 'em, can't be mad, caught him dippin' in my stash
No test, two tabs, I'm rollin'
I've been posted on this bitch since mornin'
Banger hidden under my clothes, I pull it out and they know
Bustin' rubber bands, gettin' that dough
I got that plug and we juggin' for sure
Just ask all the narcs, I'll be right back out here in the mornin'
Banger hidden under my clothes, I pull it out and they know
Bustin' rubber bands, gettin' that dough
I got that plug and we juggin' for sure
Just ask all the narcs, I'll be right back out here in the mornin'
Turn the rock, go ham, money on my mind 24/7, damn
Kick a broke bitch out my spot like Pam
I'm a hustler in every sense of the word
Favorite days of the month? First to the third
That's when all the fiends got dough so I don't sleep
Tell my narcs to spread the word, bruh, I'm takin' EBT
WIC cards, social security checks, I run through them
Dope fiend runnin' in the driveway right now, boy, I scooped him
Work, where you bank? Shit, the B of A
Bread out our ass, deposits all day
Schemin' on the come up, tryin' to get my ones up
30 Round dick, wish a nigga run up
I keep a weapon, a pistol, poker or popper
Somethin' to bludgeon a hater to death if he disrespect my propers
Work 30, I'm a motherfuckin' monster
These noodle spine niggas get ate like pasta
Banger hidden under my clothes, I pull it out and they know
Bustin' rubber bands, gettin' that dough
I got that plug and we juggin' for sure
Just ask all the narcs, I'll be right back out here in the mornin'
Banger hidden under my clothes, I pull it out and they know
Bustin' rubber bands, gettin' that dough
I got that plug and we juggin' for sure
Just ask all the narcs, I'll be right back out here in the mornin'