Good Morning
Clipse; Re-Up Gang
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Good morning
Good morning
Good morning
Good morning
It's like watching my whole life flash in front of me
Knowing I am one of the best who ever done it as a writer shuns it
Them niggas Young MC while I Big Pun it
Trying to revisit that impact when Big done it
Or when Pac did it, even when Nas want it
I Daddy Kane over the track them niggas King Son'ed
I'm from the era when BET had Teen Summit
Now to watch is like a hell day to turn my stomach
This high level of artistry's a part of me
I'm bored by my so-called peers, you'll have to pardon me
Graffiti beat street, write my life for all to see
You take a bite and leave the rest, I remind you of Lee
Do your history if you can't reminisce with me
You connected parallels and recognize what gifted be
It's not a mystery, no more second-guessing him
At this point, you ain't gotta question who I'm better than
Food on the table when there's not
I move that lean, keep them fiends up and down that block
It's my routine, seventeen, though the block is hot
I'm kinda cool with my tool knocking off my rocks
Long story short, I done made it through
Some shit that done got lots of niggas laid in view
What I say to dudes? Wake up out that snooze
Before that nigga dead on the news and the view
I done slept in cribs with grenades, crazy weapons
Pushed cars with more drugs than Rite Aid and acted
Across state lines without my squad
Just to get paid, laid it all on the line
Now I thank God 'cause ain't nothing else
That kept a nigga free or turned him back into dust
You know how many niggas I done buried?
Niggas out some cheddar too
Wishing they was free on the bricks to make a better move
Pull a four hundred months, some got forever
Trade everything you treasure for some nice weather
Or some good pussy, a kiss from a whore
A trip to the store, wake up young boar
Good morning
Good morning
Good morning
Good morning
It's complicated, this life I lead
The car, the whores are beautiful but all I need is focus
Cut the ladder if the ladder took success
That I climb my stairs, stepped to the top, I'm complex
I'm a hustler with a turbulent mind
Modern day thinking statues so interpret the lines
They're well thought out, when I was caught out there
What I was taught seemed to morph with my inner thoughts
This torch I bear like a mob but I was robbed in my youth
The dope game pulled a nigga feet first in the flames with cocaine
What a wonderful batch I made, man, a nigga can't front
I love the accolades, the dope money from the out
Looking in they see a thug nigga thing
So unconsciously I'm draped in drug dealer bling
Drug dealer street king get his crown now
We Got It For Cheap Volume 3, nigga, bow down
Only does it seem that the grass is greener
Never would've dreamed cash come between us
So hysterically I laugh
I thought it was understood I give you my last
I thought it was to the good baby boy could rap
We long since left the hood, the rest should be a snap
Or so I thought, instead it was a slap to the face
To this day what am I to make of that?
If I could, the old days I'd wish 'em back
When the O'Jays played and the crib was still intact
"Forever Mine" quickly turned to "Nevermind"
I pondered to myself if I had never signed
And in my mind I was only trying for better
The Big Will era shit'll last forever
Who knew we lacked glue to stick together?
I find it so hard to keep my head on
Good morning
Good morning
Good morning
Good morning