Текст песни Morning Calculations - Larry June

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Damn

When you really got a goal you gotta stick to it
I wake up early in the morning and grab my calculator
More M's in my bank got a ring to it
I cant trip off what you think cause you been a hater
I'm in the SF 90 plates Montana
Still active run up on this coupe then FN clapping
I re-up then I cop again so don't trip I'm about to drop again

You won't get it unless you know what you want
I hit the blunt then I hop in the ghost get to writing my goals
All that fake shit getting exposed
You gotta sacrifice some time with your lady to get some dough
80 nights on the roads, 90 something for the Rolls
100 something for the platinum and that's when I'm casual (Casual)
Shh so I aint trippin off shit
First they love, then they hate you, then they love again

And I need all hundreds
You can keep all them twenties and shit

I'm a whole nother beast when it come to this shit
Pulled up sippin' a juice while I'm clutchin' a stick
And one thing I dont do is ask niggas for shit
I'm a grown ass man I pass niggas and shit
I got so much options man it's hard to pick
So dont check me little nigga check that bitch
Walked out the dope game still had nine zips
Them bright lights in Las Vegas made it hard to quit
Same nigga from the block I just happen to rap
We aint never have a job, we was having a trap
Niggas know how I rock and niggas know you a cat
Ship a hundred on ground and put a navi on that
When you crossin' state lines man you gotta be cool
But real talk if they on you then somebody was rattin'
Don't be callin' my phone askin' me what happened
Ever since a young nigga I ran it up with a passion