Re-Up Gang - Good Morning lyrics

[Verse 1: Pusha T] It's like watching my whole life flash in front of me Knowing I am one of the Best whoever done it, as a writer shuns it Them n***as young MC, while I Big Pun it Trying to revisit that impact when Big done it Or when Pac did it, even when Nas won it I Daddy Kane over the tracks, them n***as King Sun it I'm from the era when BET had team summit Now the watch is like a hell date to turn my stomach This high level of artistry's a part of me I'm bored by so called peers, y'all have to pardon me Graffiti beat street, write my life for all to see You take a bite and leave the rest I remind you of Lee Do your history, if you can't reminisce with me You connect the parallels and recognize what gift it be It's not a mystery, no more second guessing him At this point you ain't got to question who I'm better than [Verse 2: Ab-Liva] Food on the table, when it's not I move that lean, keep them fiends up and down the block It's my routine Seventeen, though the block is hot I'm coming cool with my tool, knocking of my rocks Long story short I done made it through some sh** That has got lots of n***as laid in view What I say to dudes Wake up from that snooze Before that n***a dead on the news in the View I done slept in cribs with grenades, crazy weapons Pushed cars with more d** than Rite Aid and EPIC Across state lines, without my squad Just to get paid, laid it all on the line Now I thank God, there ain't nothing else That kept a n***a free or turn him back into dust You know how many n***as I done buried n***as ask for cheddar too Wishing they were free on the bricks to make a better move Pull some four hundred months, some got forever Trade everything you treasure for some nice weather Or some good p**y A kiss from a who*e, a trip to the store Wake up young boy [Hook: Kanye West & Elton John] Good morning Good morning Good morning Good morning [Verse 3: Sandman] It's complicated this life I live The cars, the who*es are beautiful but I all need is focus Cut the ladder up, the ladder to success that I climb I steer steps to the top, I'm complex I'm a hustler with a turbulent mind Modern day thinking, statues to interpret the lines The well thought out, when I was caught out There when I was tortured Seems to morph with my inner thoughts, it's torture I bear Like a mob, when I was robbed of my youth The dope game pulled a n***a feet first In the flames with c**aine What a wonderful b**h I made Man that n***a can't front I love them acolaydes The dope money from the out looking in they see a thug n***a thing So unconsciously I'm draped in drug dealer bling Drug dealer street can't get his crown now We got it 4 cheap volume 3, n***a bow down [Verse 4: Malice] Only does it seem that the gra** is greener Never would have dreamed cash come between us So hysterically I laughed I thought it was understood I give you my last I thought it was to the good, baby boy could rap We long since left the hood, the rest should be a snap Or so I thought, instead it was a slap to the face To this day, what am I to make of that If I could the old days I'd wish them back When the OJ's played and the crib was still intact Forever mine, quickly turned to never mine I pondered to myself, if I had never signed And in my mind, I was only trying for better The Big Wheel era should have lasted forever Who knew we lacked glue to stick together I find it so hard to keep my head up [Hook]