Good Morning (feat. Pusha T, Swizz Beatz & Killer Mike)

Good mornin'
Good mornin'
Good mornin' (yeah, grind easy, -)
Hey, good mornin' (woo)
Hey, oh, good mornin' (woo)
Yeah, ayy (good mornin')

Yeah, I'm from the home of the ghosts-es, water plugs and wokeness
Water bugs and roaches, drugs and overdoses
How you approach this? Philly is where the dope is
My uncles Reds and Willie is still the goldsmiths

Hold sh- steady, we're close-knit and deadly as a heart attack
Trust me, the pitbulls is petty
Already infamous, limitless, Getty Images (woo)
Foul temperament, you start sh-, we endin' it (woo)

It's mad last wishes, gas mask kisses (oh)
The thin line between savants and savages (oh)
Your life could depend on the laws of averages
The difference between black and white is mad privilege

For Lucifer, son of the mornin'
Who swore we'd ignored every one of them warnings
But try to run for cover under one of them awnings
'Cause here the storm come, tell the Lord time for His encore performance

(Hey) good mornin' (woo)
(Hey, oh, woo) good mornin'
Yeah, ayy (good mornin')
Yeah, ayy (good mornin')
(Yeah, hey-hey) on the wake-up
Dreamin' e'ry day of tryna get my cake up (yeah, yeah)

I got four million in homes, three hours apart
Drug dealer tastes, I think I glow in the dark
I only do features to keep hittin' my mark
And show you motherf- you ain't good as you thought (I am), let's go

Panamera shoppin' in the pandemic
The work got grill lines when the pan's searin'
Give you the whole clip to let your man's hear it (oh)
Them pallbearer next to them so they can all fear it (oh)

Ulterior motives with the modus
Bulletproof package like I'm POTUS
I'm just cashin' in on what they owe us
They say the comin' winter is the coldest

Celine fur hangin' off the shoulder (woo)
What's worse, the gift or the curse?
The only way to celebrate a death is with a birth
That Maybach sink can be converted to a hearse
I mean every word, why you think it's just a verse? (Oh), I'm gone

(Hey) good mornin' (woo)
(Hey, oh) good mornin' (woo)
Yeah, ayy (good mornin')
Yeah, ayy (hol' on)

Just as soon as the sun rise, the night dies
You was buildin' pyramids and African empires
Where pale-skin savages with straight hair and light eyes
Was still eatin' raw meat and barely could light fires

Before we ever sold cocaine, we civilized Spain
You're not the first black man in the Mediterrane
-, you lyin' to impress, you is just insane
I look at you with the disdain of an old sh- stain

How you product of a God and you worship a man?
I was God in the flesh before I drove a Mulsanne
Five keys of gold sittin' on my neck in the frame
Surrounded by black women, West African king

And I'm gonna go to Ghana to reclaim my name
While these chump rappers rap about the sh- they cop
Man, I cop my block, and this sh- don't stop
I'm the official, unofficial mayor of my city

Learned my lesson from the crack trappin' school of high thoughts
Push the D like Pusha T and kept my mind Black Thought
Michael Render is the ender, what the f- you thought?
Michael Render, he the ender, what the f- you thought? God

Ayo, it's the blues, I don't know if the Crips even use it
Somethin' 'bout your whole album is crib-cleanin' music