Good Morning
Good mornin', bitch I ain't layin' in this mornin'
Uh (Karlos got that juice)
Good mornin', bitch I ain't layin' in this mornin'
My phone's ringing, can't you hear that money callin'?
Ain't no half steppin' bitch, I'm all in, said I'm all in
Good mornin', bitch I ain't layin' in this mornin'
My phone's ringing, can't you hear that money callin'?
Ain't no half steppin' bitch, I'm all in, I said I'm all in
Uh, I was trappin' in Scotland with a MILF
I bagged and I piped and that pussy got killed
Free the G's (free the guys)
Fuck jail, I ain't ever goin' back, I hate scrubs like TLC
Before rap I had street fame
Sold a million three-fives, I went platinum in the weed game
We them hard boys, I ain't talkin' 'bout Pokémon
When I say my niggas squirt tools and blast toys
God's plan, gotta trust the process
And if you wanna get this money, better fuck these hoes less
Uh, they say I'm goin' in, I ain't even started yet
I'm grown but there's still violations I can't forget
How this nigga trappin' and he's thirty plus?
Bitch you can't just come around, you gotta earn my trust
See how I came through in that double R?
Ain't just me, I copped my auntie and my mum a car
These little niggas beefin' with grown men
If I run to my gun, I let go ten
Them man are broke, they can't war us
Went from bunk beds in jail to havin' beds on my tour bus
I told a gov, "Crack the door, I'm goin' back on tour"
I sell packs before I ever go back to poor
These little niggas startin' up their lines
It's easy to get caught but it's hard to do the time
Uh, these young'uns goin' on live with their opps
I'd rather drive through their blocks, start firin' off shots
Uh, my nigga Keyz and Jazzy should be free soon
I ain't slippin', got the burner in the steam room
He said "The packs ain't arrived to the address"
Now it's peak if he fails the lie detector test
Uh, another day back in grind mode
I can move flavours with my eyes closed
Of course I get love
I ain't like them rappers with management, I was endorsed by the plug
I remember when she used to ignore me
All them times I bumped into you, actin' like you never saw me
Now she on my dick, you wouldn't think it was the same girl
I hit then I ticked her off the list like my name's Earl
I can get you any pack you need
Ain't just rap, Crop Circle manufacture weed
Boxes 'round the house look like I'm unpackin'
Them niggas don't wanna step, them man are just chattin'
Had to milk the rap game then I'm done rappin'
But every time I'm doin' well, suttin dumb happens
The streets turned me to a villain
Told these niggas, "By the time I'm thirty, I'll be chillin'"
It's Nines