Gaylord Holomalia - The Morning lyrics

[Produced by !llmind, co-produced by Kanye West, Travi$ Scott, and Jeff Bhasker] [Intro: D'banj] Stuttering Giving 'em rest and making love again In my best, I be the run again And I have the man dem stuttering [Hook: D'banj] I'm getting this n***a in the morning He gon' think he been chiefing, just too long when He see me in the evening, wanna catch all these feelings Well, let me be the first to get mine, ohh [Verse 1: Raekwon] Barbeque and blow in the back of the crib Sitting and counting, smoking a spliff, this sh**'s a gift All my n***as watches is rough, grabbing our crotches Yelling what up? The jeans cost $500? f** Stop it, keep baking, see, the smell it's a statement One freeze of this sh**, you won't feel your legs kid I'm a gangsta corporate hustla, my voice is illustrious Hounded by vicious dons, n***a we armed, trust me bruh They yelling Chef, k** the plate with the cooks I say 'Ye with 2 Chainz on, we Common, let's Push Burn another bush, then burn another we brothers Love us or not, the Mark Zuckerbergs of the block Hug a knot, staying rich, we was built for the guap Park the green six deuce on the deuce just props Rock a kilt, mean Glock, I'm all machinery, ock Cling to me, now see how the scenery rock? [Hook: D'banj] I'm getting this n***a in the morning He gon' think he been chiefing, just too long when He see me in the evening, wanna catch all these feelings Well, let me be the first to get mine, ohh [Verse 2: Common] I was born by a lake, chicken shack, and a church That mean the flow got wings and it come from the dirt Godly, I know she wanna test the 'Rari Eye on a dollar like Illuminati Life is foggy, tryna see through the mist of it Could have been living it, you was Mrs. Mischievous This is just a letter to better your development Situation delicate [Verse 3: Pusha T] Some claim God body, blame Illuminati All cause his pockets now knotty as his hair, yeah All Sonny, no Cher, only solitaires You clusterf**s could cluster up On tippy-toe and still not muster up So it's (ashes to ashes, dust to dust) In God we trust, the game is all us 'til the sky calls or it's flames on us, Push [Hook: D'banj] I'm getting this n***a in the morning He gon' think he been chiefing, just too long when He see me in the evening, wanna catch all these feelings Well, let me be the first to get mine, ohh [Verse 4: 2 Chainz] 2 Chainz! I'm chilling in my camo, flipping through the channel On my GOOD Music sh**, my logo's a Lambo Four doors of ammo, ammunition I'm pitching To make your body switch another position [Verse 5: Cyhi the Prynce] I hope the people is listening, I could never sell my soul I gave it back to God at my christening It's tickeling when I hear what haters be whispering What makes you think an Illuminati would ever let some n***as in? Fake friends and siblings Like to wish you well but ain't never flip the nickel in Haters wanna pull they pistol when they see me in this race car But you can't spell war without an A-R 15, I was pushing carts at K-Mart By 21, they said I'd be inside a graveyard Can't wait to get that black American Express So I can show them white folks how to really pull the race card [Break: Kid Cudi & (Kanye West)] Yeah, you feeling on top now, getting that money n***a? (You sold your soul) Yeah, you feeling on top now, getting that money n***a? (You sold your soul) Yeah, you feeling on top now, getting that money n***a? (Naw man, mad people was fronting Aw man, made something from nothing) [Verse 6: Kanye West] I treat the label like money from my shows GOOD woulda been God except I added more O's If I knew she was cheating and still bought her more clothes It's cause I was too busy with my Baltimore, you know Some people call that the art of war, you know I guess it depends what you falling for, the clothes? Cars, money, girls and the clothes Aw money, you sold your soul Nah man, mad people was fronting Goddamn, we made something from nothing