Lyrics The Morning - Jay Princce

You flexing on the gram i′m living see the difference
You tryna impress while I'm tryna progress wisdom
Got it locked in the parking a lot
Chillin′ at the barber shop you know how that talk go
Who done got the hottest drop nas or jay big or pac
East to west a few depressed cuz they due for less mute the press
California don't forget keep it fresh like the early morning
Young princce done recording i don't whip a foreign
Honda accord the 4 door sport
Kick game shit like fucking a judo course
Get to poppin′ got the source no magazine
Ima post i get up and then i coast
Get some toast meaning bread

Wake up in the morning and I try get to recording
You can see me I was ballin′ like I'm working up at spalding
Wake up in the morning and I try get to recording
You can see me I was ballin′ like I'm working up at spalding
It′s a phrase nothing more that's important that the mula
Shawty with the culo chillen next to the coolah

Back in the days remember the plays hannah house
209 I use to cook for the gang
We use to hit up dv8 call mike for the rates
K whippen the honda we about 6 brothers deep
Met jazz at spot gave me all of the connects
I was tryna fuck more guess i called it flex
I was tripping though she was mad cool
Ima fool should kept it kosher smoke up on dozia
Eat it like ambrozia
That′s what i did and she fell in love
Said she fit like glove when the push come to shove
But I couldn't really see it end up feeling defeated
Heated in the moment think about it so potent

Wake up in the morning and I try get to recording
You can see me I was ballin' like I′m working up at spalding
Wake up in the morning and I try get to recording
You can see me I was ballin′ like I'm working up at spalding
It′s a phrase nothing more that's important that the mula
Shawty with the culo chillen next to the coolah