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

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

Yo, I'm from the home of the ghosts-es, plugs and wokeness
bugs and roaches, drugs and overdoses
How you this? Philly is where the dope is
My uncles Reds and is still the goldsmiths
shit steady, we close nit and deadly
As a attack, trust me, the pitbulls is petty
infamous, limitless, Getty Images
Vile temperament, you shit, we endin' it
It's mad last wishes, gas mask
The thin line between and savages
life could depend on the laws of averages
The difference between black and 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
here the storm come
Tell the time for His encore performance

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

I got four in homes three hours apart
Drug dealer tastes, I I glow in the dark
I only do 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 searing
Give you the clip to let your mans hear it
The pallbearer next to them so can all fear it
motives with the motives
Bulletproof package I'm POTUS
I'm cashing in on what they owe us
say the coming winter is the coldest
Celine fur off the shoulder
What's The gift or the curse?
The only way to celebrate a death is with a
That Maybach seat can be converted to a
I mean every word while you it's just a verse
I'm

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

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