Good Morning

Good morning, bitch, I ain't laying in this morning
(Karlos got that juice) uh

Good morning (bitch, I ain't)
Bitch, I ain't laying in this morning
My phone's ringing, can't you hear that money calling?
Ain't no half stepping, bitch, I'm all in
Said, I'm all in

Good morning (bitch, I ain't)
Bitch, I ain't laying in this morning
My phone's ringing, can't you hear that money calling?
Ain't no half stepping bitch, I'm all in
I said, I'm all in, uh

I was trapping in Scotland with a MILF
I bagged and I piped and that pussy got killed
Free the G's
Fuck jail, I ain't ever going back, I hate scrubs like TLC
Before rap, I had street fame
Sold a million three-fives, I went platinum in the weed game
We them hard boys
I ain't talking 'bout Pokémon when I say my niggas squirt tools and blast toys

God's plan, gotta trust the process
And if you wanna get this money, better fuck these hoes less
They say I'm going in, I ain't even started yet
I'm grown, but there's still violations I can't forget
How this nigga trapping and he's 30-plus?
Bitch, you can't just come around, you gotta earn my trust
Uh, see how I came through in that double R?
Ain't just me, I copped my auntie and my mum a car

These little niggas beefing with grown men
If I run to my trunks, I let go ten
Them man are broke, they can't war us
Went from bunk beds in jail to having beds on my tour bus
I told a gov, "Crack the door, I'm going back on tour"
I'll sell packs before I ever go back to poor
These little niggas starting up their line
It's easy to get caught, but it's hard to do the time

Uh, these youngins going on live with their opps
I'd rather drive through their blocks, start firing off shots
Uh, my nigga Keyz and Jazzy should be free soon
I ain't slipping, got the burner in the steam room
He said, "The packs ain't arrived to the address"
Now it's peak if he fails the lie detector test
Uh, another day back in grind mode
I can move flavors with my eyes closed

Of course, I get love
I ain't like them rappers with management, I was endorsed by the plug
I remember when she used to ignore me
All them times I bumped into you, acting like you never saw me
Now she on my dick, you wouldn't think it was the same girl
I hit, then I ticked her off the list like my name's Earl
I can get you any pack you need
Ain't just rap, crop circle manufacture weed

Boxes 'round the house, look like I'm unpacking
Them niggas don't wanna step, them man are just chatting
'Bout to milk the rap game, then I'm done rapping
But every time I'm doing well, somethin' dumb happens
The streets turned me to a villain
Told these niggas, "By the time I'm 30, I'll be chilling"

It's Nines



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Writer(s): Albert Vernon Hudson, Courtney Freckleton, Cuba Gregory
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