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BLACK THOUGHT FEAT. PUSHA T, SWIZZ BEATZ & KILLER MIKE - MORNING

morning
Good
morning
Grime Music,
Hey, morning
Hey, good
Hey (Good morning)
Hey

Yo, I'm from the home of the ghosts-es, plugs and wokeness
Water bugs and roaches, drugs and
How you approach this? Philly is the dope is
My uncles Reds and Willy is still the
Whole shit steady, we close nit and
As a heart attack, trust me, the is petty
Already infamous, limitless, Images
Vile temperament, you start shit, we it
It's mad last wishes, gas mask
The thin between savants and savages
Your life depend on the laws of averages
The difference between black and white is mad
For Lucifer, sun of the
Who swore we'd ignored every one of them
But try to run for cover one of them awnings
'Cause here the storm
the Lord time for His encore performance

Good
morning
Hey (Good morning)
Hey (Good morning)
Fuck shit, on the wake up
Dreaming every day of tryna get my up
Hey, hey

I got million in homes three hours apart
Drug dealer tastes, I I glow in the dark
I only do to keep hitting my mark
And show you motherfuckers you ain't good as you
Let's go, Panamera in a pandemic
The work got grill when the pan's searing
Give you the whole clip to let mans hear it
The pallbearer next to them so they can all it
Ulterior with the motives
Bulletproof like I'm POTUS
I'm cashing in on what they owe us
They say the coming winter is the
Celine fur off the shoulder
What's worse? The or the curse?
The only way to a death is with a birth
Maybach seat can be converted to a hearse
I mean every word while you think it's just a
I'm

morning
Good
Hey (Good morning)
Hey (Hold on)

Just as soon as the sun rise, the night
You was building and African empires
Where pale-skin savages was straight had light
Was still eatin' raw and barely could light fires
Before we ever sold cocaine, we Spain
You are not the black man in the Mediterranean
Shit, you lying to impress, you was just
I look at you with the disdain of an old stain
How you product of a God and you a man?
I was God in the flesh before I drove a
Five keys of gold sittin' on my in the flame
by black women, west African king
And I'm gonna go to to reclaim my name
While these chump rap about the shit they cop
Man, I cop my block, and shit don't stop
I'm the unofficial mayor of my city
my lesson from the crack trapped in school of high thoughts
Push the D like T and kept my mind Black Thought
Render is the ender, what the fuck you thought?
Michael Render, he the ender, what the you thought?
God