Good Morning
Good morning, you know I'm still the boss
Pour a liquor shot, make it icy hot
Real talk, let the rockets off, you know it just don't stop
You bugging, don't disrespect this house
Tripping out, run it out what you know we all about
Knock you out faster than a 1 2 count
Dripping hard than a faucet why you think you on my stage
Super saiyan 3 feel the energy from my rage
Ain't what I need full of that speed
Need an earthquake bring the whole west down to their knees
Young gun, out this bitch
What you even know? Get off my shit
This the king of the island King Julian can't stand up you better switch
This a disservice to what we fucking do
Sorry that you're mad, that's a big mood
Make a girl's ass flop flop in the benz
Get that sloppy toppy then I do that shit again
Rip rip rip like a rewind Girl hold it down bet you have my soul flying
Raw and ready like hotpot, take away your breath like a boxer with a gunshot
Yeah we on that on that monumental grind
VIP ticket we skip every fucking line hold up the boys back
99 till infinity doing 8s on the track
Stressing on my line why you think you're so fine
Step off my fucking block, want brain you fucking thought
Never thought about the pace hey, but i'm still riding in the whip with the base eyy
Good morning, you know I'm still the boss
Pour a liquor shot, make it icy hot
Real talk, let the rockets off, you know it just don't stop
You bugging, don't disrespect this house
Tripping out, run it out what you know we all about
Knock you out faster than a 1 2 count
You can say I ain't the champ it's opinion never facts
Like my college professors never had no fucking class
Trying to play this life like they're cheat codes
Living like Shaq you can't even make free throws
Rap tight like a hijab never gonna be even have of me better get the prenup
Think you're gonna blow, think you pack the show
Think you got it on the low, got it in the high fuck the sky eyy
Cream of the crop to pop off, to rock your rocks off
To knock your block off, getting head like shock top
Unlike Brady never gonna flop, unlike NYE ball never gonna drop
In the drop top balling down 95 party not dead know I gotta keep this shit alive
No stitches in this house never be telling
Never be stressed out wake up every day yelling
Good morning, you know I'm still the boss
Pour a liquor shot, make it icy hot
Real talk, let the rockets off, you know it just don't stop
You bugging, don't disrespect this house
Tripping out, run it out what you know we all about
Knock you out faster than a 1 2 count
Good morning you know I'm still the boss (Boss)
Pour a liquor shot, make it icy hot
Real talk, let the rockets off, you know it just don't stop
You bugging, don't disrespect this house
Tripping out, run it out what you know we all about
Knock you out faster than a 1 2 count
Dripping hard than a faucet why you think you on my stage
Super saiyan 3 feel the energy from my rage
Ain't what I need full of that speed
Need an earthquake bring the whole west down to their knees
Young gun, out this bitch
What you even know? Get off my shit
This the king of the island King Julian can't stand up you better switch
This a disservice to what we fucking do
Sorry that you're mad, that's a big mood
Make a girl's ass flop flop in the benz
Get that sloppy toppy then I do that shit again
Rip rip rip like a rewind Girl hold it down bet you have my soul flying
Raw and ready like hotpot, take away your breath like a boxer with a gunshot
Yeah we on that on that monumental grind
VIP ticket we skip every fucking line hold up the boys back
99 till infinity doing 8s on the track
Stressing on my line why you think you're so fine
Step off my fucking block, want brain you fucking thought
Never thought about the pace hey, but i'm still riding in the whip with the base eyy
Good morning, you know I'm still the boss
Pour a liquor shot, make it icy hot
Real talk, let the rockets off, you know it just don't stop
You bugging, don't disrespect this house
Tripping out, run it out what you know we all about
Knock you out faster than a 1 2 count
You can say I ain't the champ it's opinion never facts
Like my college professors never had no fucking class
Trying to play this life like they're cheat codes
Living like Shaq you can't even make free throws
Rap tight like a hijab never gonna be even have of me better get the prenup
Think you're gonna blow, think you pack the show
Think you got it on the low, got it in the high fuck the sky eyy
Cream of the crop to pop off, to rock your rocks off
To knock your block off, getting head like shock top
Unlike Brady never gonna flop, unlike NYE ball never gonna drop
In the drop top balling down 95 party not dead know I gotta keep this shit alive
No stitches in this house never be telling
Never be stressed out wake up every day yelling
Good morning, you know I'm still the boss
Pour a liquor shot, make it icy hot
Real talk, let the rockets off, you know it just don't stop
You bugging, don't disrespect this house
Tripping out, run it out what you know we all about
Knock you out faster than a 1 2 count
Good morning you know I'm still the boss (Boss)
Credits
Writer(s): Nathan Bell
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