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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Black Thought
Black Thought
Vocals
Pusha T
Pusha T
Vocals
Swizz Beatz
Swizz Beatz
Programming
Killer Mike
Killer Mike
Vocals
LV
LV
Programming
Deleno Matthews
Deleno Matthews
Programming
Sal Dali
Sal Dali
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tarik Trotter
Tarik Trotter
Composer
Deleno Matthews
Deleno Matthews
Composer
Levar Coppin
Levar Coppin
Composer
Kasseem Dean
Kasseem Dean
Composer
Terrence Thornton
Terrence Thornton
Composer
Saliou Diagne
Saliou Diagne
Composer
Michael Render
Michael Render
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
LV
LV
Producer
Deleno Matthews
Deleno Matthews
Producer
Sal Dali
Sal Dali
Producer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Good morning Good morning Good morning Yeah (Grime Music, bitches) Hey, good morning (woo) Hey, oh, good morning (woo) Yeah, ayy (good morning) Yo, 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 Willy is still the goldsmiths Whole shit steady, we close-knit and deadly As a heart attack, trust me, the pitbulls is petty Already infamous, limitless, Getty Images (woo) Vile temperament, you start shit, 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 (fuck that shit) For Lucifer, son of the morning 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 Good morning (woo) Hey, oh, good morning Yeah, ayy (good morning) (Good morning) Fuck that shit (hey, hey) On the wakeup Dreaming every day of tryna get my cake up Yeah-yeah-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 motherfuckers You ain't good as you thought (I am), let's go Panamera shopping in the pandemic The work got grill lines when the pan's searing Give you the whole clip to let your mans hear it (oh) The 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 cashing in on what they owe us They say the coming winter is the coldest Celine fur hangin' off the shoulder (woo) What's worse, the gift or the curse? (hey) The only way to celebrate a death is with a birth That Maybach seat can be converted to a hearse I mean every word while you think it's just a verse (oh) I'm gone Hey, good morning (woo) Hey, oh, good morning (woo) Yeah, ayy (good morning) (Hold on) Just as soon as the sun rise, the night dies You was building 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 are not the first Black man in the Mediterrane' Shit, you lying to impress, you is just insane I look at you with the disdain of an old shit 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 flame 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 shit they cop Man, I cop my block, and this shit don't stop I'm the official unofficial mayor of my city Learned my lesson from the crack trap, the school of high thoughts Push the D like Pusha T and kept my mind Black Thought Michael Render is the ender, what the fuck you thought? Michael Render, he the ender, what the fuck you thought? God
Writer(s): Michael Santigo Render, Deleno Sean Matthews, Terrence Thornton, Tarik Trotter, Levar R. Coppin, Kasseem Dean, Saliou Kahlil Diagne Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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