Текст песни The Morning - Album Version (Edited) - Kid Cudi , D'Banj , Cyhi The Prynce , Raekwon , 2 Chainz , Common , Pusha T

Stuttering
Give 'em the rest and make 'em love again
In my best, I be the runner dem
And have the man them stuttering-ing

I'm getting this nigga in the morning
He gon' think he been chiefing, just too
Long when
He see me in the evening
Wanna catch all there feelings
Well, let me be this first to get mine, oh

Yeah, ayy, yo, ayy, yo
Barbeque and blow in the back of the crib
Sitting and counting, smoking spliff, this shit's
A gift
All my niggas' watches is rough
Grabbing our crotches, yellin', "what upo
The jeans cost five hundred, 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 gangster, corporate hustler, my voice
Is illustrious
Hounded by vicious dos, nigga, we armed
Trust me, bruh
They yellin' "Chef killer, play with the crooks
I say "yay" with two chains on, we common
Let's push
Burn another brush then burn another, we
Brothers
Love us or not, the Mark Zuckerbergs of the
Block
Huge a knot, staying rich, we was built for the
Guap
Park the green six deuce on a deuce, just Props
Rock or kilt, mean Glock, I'm a machinery, ock
Cling to me, now you see how the scenery
Rock, yo

I'm getting this nigga in morning
He gon' think he been chiefing, just too long
When
He see me in the evening
Wanna catch all this feelings
Well, let me be the first to get mine, oh

I was born by a lake, chicken shack and a
Church
That means the flow got wigs and it came
From the dirt
Godly, I know she wanna test the 'Rari
Eye on the dollar like Illuminati
Life is foggy, trying to see through the mist
Of it
Could have been living it, you was Mrs
Mischievous
This is just a letter to better you development
(Oh)
Situation delicate

Some claim God body, blame Illuminati
All 'cause his pocket now knotty as his hair
Yeah
All Sony, no Cher, only solitaires
You clusterfuck could cluster us
On a tippy-toe but still not muster up
So it's (Ashes to Ashes, dust to dust)
In God we trust, the game is all us
'Til the sky falls or is flames on us, Push

I'm getting this nigga I the morning
He gon' think he been chiefing, just too long
When
He see me the evening (yeah)
Wanna catch all this feelings (true)
Well, let me be the first to get mine, oh(2 Chains)

2 chains
I'm chilling in my camo, flipping through the
Channel (channel)
Omo my G.O.O.D. Music shit, my logo is a
Lambo (Damn)
Four doors of ammo
Ammunition, I'm pitching
To make your switch another position

Yeah
I hope the people is listening
I could never sell my soul, I gave back to God
At at my christening
It's ticking when I hear what haters be
Whispering
What make you think the Illuminati would ever
Let some niggas in
Huh, fake friends and siblings
Like to wish you well but ain't never flicked a
Nickel in
Haters wanna pull they pistol when they see
Me in this race
But you can't spell war without 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 folk how to really pull
A race card

(Woah)
Yeah, you feeling on top now
Getting that money, nigga
(You, you sold your soul)
(Hey, hey)
Getting that money, nigga
(You sold your soul)
(Woah)
Yeah, you feeling on top now
Getting that money, nigga
(Hey, hey)
Nah, man, mad people was fronting
(Hey, hey)
Aw, man, made something from nothing

I treat the label like money from my show
G.O.O.D. Would have be G.O.D., except i added
More O's
If I knew she was cheating and still bought her
More clothes
It's cause I was to busy with my Baltimore, you
Know
Some people call that the art of war, you know
I guess it depends what you're falling for, the
Clothes
Car, money, girls and the clothes
All money, you sold your soul
Nah, man, mad people are was fronting
God damn, we made something from nothing