Good Morning

Riding round in my city,

Trying not to be reckless,

Feel the hunger up in me,

Gotta stop for some breakfast,

Thinking bout my decisions,

Gotta trust my solar plexus,

I ain’t felt this off,

Since I was stuck up in a Lexus.

I ain’t had that cough,

Since I changed up my brand of lettuce,

Got em real pissed off,

Since I been working hard to get it,

I been flying,

Biscoffs and now I’m sitting in the exit.

You would think that I’m soft,

Until my limits getting tested.

At that point,

Ain’t no telling what I’m gonna do,

Probably turn them fucking deuces into w’s,

Imma turn right into Bruce,

Look at these fish as food,

Imma finally let it loose,

And at that point you’re fucking screwed,

Bitch.

Imma get what’s mine and that’s that homie,

Once I spit these lines won’t grasp that homie,

If ya girl lookin fine I’ll tap that homie,

Take her home but send her back,

Ain’t no pass backs homie.

I could show you how to get it,

I could show you how to spit it,

I could show you different ways that I rack up them digits,

And I could push it to the limit,

I could push it til I’m spinnin,

I could push it so hard that I fuck up a few pistons,

I could show you how to get it,

I could show you how to spit it,

I could show you different ways that I rack up them digits,

And I could push it to the limit,

I could push it til I’m spinnin,

I could push it so hard that I fuck up a few.

They told me I could never make it on this avenue,

I told em shut the fuck up,

Gave em no gratitude,

You try to make a fool outta me,

I laugh at you,

I don’t got time for someone to analyze my attitude.

Puff sativa til I’m coughing uncontrollably,

Bless the track,

You hear my voice and bitch you know it’s me,

Always complaining,

Man you sound like a hoe to me,

Who don’t get what she want,

So she start sounding off vocally.

Independent so the money I make goes to me,

All these oohs and ahs are sounding like ghosts to me,

Think I’m exactly where I should be and I’m supposed to be,

Cause fate has perfect timing and the universe has chosen me.

Ain’t cruising round imma ride it like I stole it,

Ain’t packing rounds imma tell you if I tote it,

I’m back in town baby come here let me hold it,

Bitch so bad,

The way she move,

I just might have to scold it.

I could show you how to get it,

I could show you how to spit it,

I could show you different ways that I rack up them digits,

And I could push it to the limit,

I could push it til I’m spinnin,

I could push it so hard that I fuck up a few pistons.

I could show you how to get it,

I could show you how to spit it,

I could show you different ways that I rack up them digits,

And I could push it to the limit,

I could push it til I’m spinnin,

I could push it so hard that I fuck up a few.

I got one thing I don’t give,

And that’s a fuck,

Speeding down the street,

Hoping I don’t crash my truck,

Text my newest girl,

And ask her can I test my luck,

A few more times,

Sip on her potion,

Now I’m feeling stuck.

It ain’t nothing but a thing,

I can live without it,

Is she worthy of a ring,

Yah I fucking doubt it,

This is just another fling,

How I go about it,

But I can’t pretend,

That the sex,

Ain’t leaving me astounded.

Call my brother,

Ask him what we gon get in tonight,

Another mother,

But I known that fucker all my life,

Out the gutter,

Like no other,

Man he bout the fight,

And that’s my shooter,

Retired looter,

He gon do it right.

If you ain’t smokin with me,

Then Get up out my sight,

Ask to hit the blunt again,

And imma end your night,

I don’t need your crusty lips,

All on this arctic ice,

The swisher is sweet,

But my homies?

They ain’t too fuckin nice