Lyrics The Morning - Common , Raekwon , Pusha T , Kid Cudi , D'Banj , Cyhi The Prynce , 2 Chainz
Stutterin'
Givin'em
rest
and
makin'
love
again
In
my
best
I
be
the
run
again
And
I
have
the
man
dem
stutterin'
I'm
getting
this
nigga
in
the
morning
He
gon'
think
he
been
chiefin
just
too
long
when
He
see
me
in
the
evenin'
Want
to
catch
all
these
feelin
Well
let
me
be
the
first
to
get
mine
Ay
yo,
ay
yo,
barbeque
and
blow
in
the
back
of
the
crib
Sittin'and
countin',
smoking
a
spliff,
this
shit's
a
gift
All
my
niggas
watches
is
rough
Grabbing
our
crotches
yelling
"What
up?"
The
jeans
cost
$500?
Fuck
Stop
it,
keep
baking,
see,
the
smell
it's
a
statement
One
freeze
of
this
shit,
you
won't
feel
your
legs
kid
I'm
a
gangsta
corporate
hustla,
my
voice
is
illustrious
Hounded
by
vicious
dons,
nigga
we
armed,
trust
me
bruh
They
yellin'
Chef,
kill
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?
I'm
getting
this
nigga
in
the
morning
He
gon'
think
he
been
chiefin
just
too
long
when
He
see
me
in
the
evenin'
Want
to
catch
all
these
feelin
Well
let
me
be
the
first
to
get
mine
I
was
born
by
a
lake,
chicken
shack,
and
a
church
That
mean
the
flow
got
wings
and
it
come
from
the
dirt
Golly,
I
know
she
wanna
test
the
'Rari
Eye
on
a
dollar
like
Illuminati
Life
is
foggy,
tryin'
to
see
through
the
mist
of
it
Could
have
been
livin'
it,
you
was
Mrs.
Mischievous
This
is
just
a
letter
to
better
your
development
Situation
delicate
Some
claim
God
body,
blame
Illuminati
All
cause
his
pockets
now
knotty
as
his
hair
Yeah
All
Sonny
no
Cher,
only
solitaires
You
clusterfucks
could
cluster
up
On
tippy-toe
and
still
not
muster
up
so
its
Ashes
to
ashes,
dust
to
dust
In
God
we
trust,
the
game
is
all
us
Til'
the
sky
calls
or
its
flames
on
us
Push
I'm
getting
this
nigga
in
the
morning
He
gon'
think
he
been
chiefin
just
too
long
when
He
see
me
in
the
evenin'
Want
to
catch
all
these
feelin
Well
let
me
be
the
first
to
get
mine
2 Chainz
I'm
chillin'
in
my
camo,
flippin'
through
the
channel
On
my
G.O.O.D.
Music
shit,
my
logo's
a
Lambo
(damn)
Four
doors
of
ammo
Ammunition
I'm
pitchin'
to
make
your
body
switch
another
position
I
hope
the
people
is
listening
I
could
never
sell
my
soul,
I
gave
it
back
to
God
at
my
christening
Its
tickelin'
when
I
hear
what
haters
be
whisperin'
What
makes
you
think
an
Illuminati
would
ever
let
some
niggas
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
Yeah,
you
feelin'
on
top
now,
getting
that
money
nigga?
(You
sold
your
soul)
Yeah,
you
feelin'
on
top
now,
getting
that
money
nigga?
(You
sold
your
soul)
Yeah,
you
feelin'
on
top
now,
getting
that
money
nigga?
(Naw
man,
mad
people
was
frontin'
Aw
man,
made
something
from
nothing)
I
treat
the
label
like
money
from
my
shows
G.O.O.D.
would've
been
God
except
I
added
more
o's
If
I
knew
she
was
cheatin'
I'd
still've
bought
her
more
clothes
'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
fallin'
for
The
clothes,cars,
money,
girls
and
the
clothes
Aw
money,
you
sold
your
soul
Nah
man,
mad
people
was
frontin'
God
damn,
we
made
something
from
nothing
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