Great
Wake up in the morning, first thing I think I need is money
And a bloody hanky cause my nose runny
I'm sick of this place but I think I'm comin' down with somethin'
Plus the feds jumping on a nigga like Easter bunny
(Freeze!)
Put your hands behind your head boy
Once you get some green, you swell up in the head boy
Young blood head to toe in red on red boy
Dead bodies on the ground, the system ain't surroundin'
Some are ready to pounce on a dealer trynna get some cash
Even worst they gon try to hurt your mama and your baby no bash
Bundles in the mattress burn like matches
Get your convoy fast, before the feds put you in ashes
It's clear the reaper is coming for you
As you suddenly go breathless from shadow threatens
Professional soul collectors, lyrical projectile ejecta
God forgive me for my wrongs, I ain't trynna be good no more
I'm trynna be great (huh)
So anybody doubting me I hope you die in vain
Play me dear, but you know you gon loose the game (huh)
God forgive me for my wrongs, I ain't trynna be good no more
I'm trynna be great (huh)
So anybody doubting me I hope you die in vain
Play me dear, but you know you gon loose the game (huh)
Still in the morning, feeling so good with the squad
Man I wish you would come, PPMG still around
Hoochies jumping to the sound
Turnin' up no turnin' down, party so fun afterwards I'm all done
Man I'm so lost, how the fuck I'm gettin' home?
No stress grab a taxi in the driveway
Hands up got the club going side ways
On some Elvis shit we could do it my way
Man we wildin', ain't no frontin'
Got the whole crowd they be screamin' my name (Whagwan!)
Injecting lyrical amphetamine into the bloodstreams of raw rap fiends
For centuries I been perfectin' intricate linguistics
Carefully selecting scientifically tested methods
Passing time re-writing the old and new testaments
No longer do I fear death (but)
God forgive me for my wrongs, I ain't trynna be good no more
I'm trynna be great (huh)
So anybody doubting me I hope you die in vain
Play me dear, but you know you gon loose the game (huh)
God forgive me for my wrongs, I ain't trynna be good no more
I'm trynna be great (huh)
So anybody doubting me I hope you die in vain
Play me dear, but you know you gon loose the game (huh)
And a bloody hanky cause my nose runny
I'm sick of this place but I think I'm comin' down with somethin'
Plus the feds jumping on a nigga like Easter bunny
(Freeze!)
Put your hands behind your head boy
Once you get some green, you swell up in the head boy
Young blood head to toe in red on red boy
Dead bodies on the ground, the system ain't surroundin'
Some are ready to pounce on a dealer trynna get some cash
Even worst they gon try to hurt your mama and your baby no bash
Bundles in the mattress burn like matches
Get your convoy fast, before the feds put you in ashes
It's clear the reaper is coming for you
As you suddenly go breathless from shadow threatens
Professional soul collectors, lyrical projectile ejecta
God forgive me for my wrongs, I ain't trynna be good no more
I'm trynna be great (huh)
So anybody doubting me I hope you die in vain
Play me dear, but you know you gon loose the game (huh)
God forgive me for my wrongs, I ain't trynna be good no more
I'm trynna be great (huh)
So anybody doubting me I hope you die in vain
Play me dear, but you know you gon loose the game (huh)
Still in the morning, feeling so good with the squad
Man I wish you would come, PPMG still around
Hoochies jumping to the sound
Turnin' up no turnin' down, party so fun afterwards I'm all done
Man I'm so lost, how the fuck I'm gettin' home?
No stress grab a taxi in the driveway
Hands up got the club going side ways
On some Elvis shit we could do it my way
Man we wildin', ain't no frontin'
Got the whole crowd they be screamin' my name (Whagwan!)
Injecting lyrical amphetamine into the bloodstreams of raw rap fiends
For centuries I been perfectin' intricate linguistics
Carefully selecting scientifically tested methods
Passing time re-writing the old and new testaments
No longer do I fear death (but)
God forgive me for my wrongs, I ain't trynna be good no more
I'm trynna be great (huh)
So anybody doubting me I hope you die in vain
Play me dear, but you know you gon loose the game (huh)
God forgive me for my wrongs, I ain't trynna be good no more
I'm trynna be great (huh)
So anybody doubting me I hope you die in vain
Play me dear, but you know you gon loose the game (huh)
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Writer(s): Dan-jordy Camirirwa
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