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

morning
Good
Good
Grime Music,
Hey, good
Hey, morning
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 and Willy is still the goldsmiths
Whole shit steady, we nit and deadly
As a heart attack, trust me, the is petty
Already infamous, limitless, Getty
temperament, you start shit, we endin' it
It's mad wishes, gas mask kisses
The thin line savants and savages
Your life could depend on the of averages
The difference between and white is mad privilege
For Lucifer, sun of the
Who swore we'd ignored one of them warnings
But try to run for cover one of them awnings
'Cause the storm come
Tell the time for His encore performance

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

I got four million in three hours apart
Drug dealer tastes, I think I glow in the
I do features to keep hitting my mark
And you motherfuckers you ain't good as you thought
Let's go, shopping in a pandemic
The work got grill lines when the pan's
Give you the whole clip to let your mans it
The pallbearer next to so they can all fear it
Ulterior motives with the
Bulletproof like I'm POTUS
I'm just cashing in on what owe us
They say the winter is the coldest
Celine fur hanging off the
What's The gift or the curse?
The only way to celebrate a death is with a
That Maybach can be converted to a hearse
I mean every while you think it's just a verse
I'm

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

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