[Hook]
In the morning, yeah, oh from the bottom of my heart I'm saying (x2)
[Verse 1]
Rap first, everything else is a side hustle, playing ball only helped me build my muscle, but aside from the struggle, n***a I'm doing good, do what I been doing, damn I bet you wish you could, cause even if I leave, I'll always put on for my hood, young fresh and black, b**h I'm Will Smith to the hood, let me rephrase that sh**, I'm more Fresh Prince to the hood, these n***as talking sh**, and I really wish that they would, pop off at the mouth, with sh** they shouldn't have said, and that's the reason all these n***as just might end up dead, and all these n***as look depressed, eating yogurt in bed, and all a n***a really want is a b**h with good head, and n***a like I said, all a n***a really want is a b**h with good head, so make sure you remember this for when I'm dead, bury me in all black, with a b**h with good head
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
I'll love you now, but hate you later, that's the way it goes, it's funny when you on, you bound to make a lot of foes, and f** a lot of hoes, but hoes be trapping n***as, 5 O pull me over, just so they can hara** a n***a, never liked math, but I will divide and conquer, and that's just to let you know that I'll always survive and prosper, I copped a .45, while holding a loaded chopper, gripping my balls, screaming f** the law, with open arms cause, back then I went to the school of n***a-nomics, I learned a lot about n***as, and how they are pistol popping, but don't let em catch you slipping, cause n***as will pick your pockets, but penny pinch, and not buy they're daughter they're favorite locket, there's so many things wrong with our generation, but don't you blame it on us, blame it on the ones who raised us, and hell yeah I'm a part of this generation, but don't you blame it on us, blame it on the ones who raised us
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