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I woke up this morning
Static Collective
Yo Stat, you out your mind for this one man
Straight up and down man
Yo
Don't outsmart yourself, you know better
I been holding pressure on my shoulder through the coldest weather
In my adolescence earned my status as a local legend
Now my name in bolder letters and I'm global stepping
Photogenic just depend on how you see it though
Look in the mirror recently it's like I seen a ghost
Still smile everywhere I be if I got weed to smoke
But lotta times I'm showing face and probably leaving though
I'm breaking them soul ties, cocaine take a nosedive
Got a bad bitch go both ways, powder on nines on the floor tiles
Precious lexicons got the word y'all stepping on
Strolling down the east side, see fine mamis showing titties
When it's getting warm, I'm from uptown where the weapons drawn
Just pray the Lord gon' keep them blessings flowing
Wishing I could get away
I never say never, promise that'll never change
I'm waiting for them better days
Question what is left to say
Probably make it up to Heaven's gate a couple seconds late but
They said it's all the same anyway
And it all could change any day (Any day)
I woke up this morning
It's gon' feel good to wake up this morning, didn't it?
Another day to get a dollar
I thank God
You know, I'm actually great
I woke up this morning, grabbed my mask and tape
Her natural waist could put me back in place
Ain't got no plastic shape
My waves was touching, no discussion
I'm just thinking pack the pack
Grab a eighth, unravel a leaf
Chanel the master shade
Pablo flow you have to praise
Employees trying to get an actual raise
How could I act afraid?
Youngin with the older crowd, don't act my age
We can rap about pain or traffic 'caine
Y'all niggas act too strange
Back when I had the Range
No longer ask for change
From bumming it to watching The Covenant and The Cullinan
Thought he was the GOAT 'til he fumbled it
That shit humbling, we bubbling
Like powder and water, the stove we covered it
Your song came on and niggas shuffled it
Silenced and muffled it
Cocaine dreams, watching Pac docs
I'm hearing Mo Preme
Eyes so green, the strap was by my knee just like Girbaud jeans
We all chasing dead presidents, just don't be Bo Keem
I failed every physical, my soul clean
Learned the game from a dope fiend
Pablo
I woke up this morning
I woke up this morning