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

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

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

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

I got four million in homes three hours
Drug dealer tastes, I I glow in the dark
I do features to keep hitting my mark
And show you motherfuckers you good as you thought
Let's go, Panamera in a pandemic
The work got grill lines the pan's searing
Give you the whole to let your mans hear it
The pallbearer to them so they can all fear it
Ulterior motives the motives
package like I'm POTUS
I'm just in on what they owe us
say the coming winter is the coldest
Celine fur hanging off the
What's worse? The or the curse?
The only way to celebrate a death is with a
That Maybach seat can be to a hearse
I mean every word you think it's just a verse
I'm

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

Just as soon as the sun rise, the dies
You was building pyramids and African
Where pale-skin savages was straight had light
Was still eatin' raw and barely could light fires
we ever sold cocaine, we civilized Spain
You are not the first man in the Mediterranean
Shit, you lying to impress, you was insane
I look at you the disdain of an old shit stain
How you of a God and you worship a man?
I was God in the flesh I drove a Mulsanne
Five of gold sittin' on my neck in the flame
Surrounded by women, west African king
And I'm gonna go to to reclaim my name
these chump rappers rap about the shit they cop
Man, I cop my block, and this shit stop
I'm the unofficial mayor of my city
Learned my lesson from the trapped in school of high thoughts
Push the D like Pusha T and kept my Black Thought
Michael Render is the ender, what the you thought?
Render, he the ender, what the fuck you thought?
God