Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Morning Motivation, artist - Jon Connor. Album song SOS, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 26.04.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: All Varsity
Song language: English
Morning Motivation |
| The People’s Rapper |
| Recording live from Flint, Michigan |
| Where the water is poison but we still prosper |
| Downtown thriving, still niggas gettin' slaughtered |
| Can’t stop the hustle, though, still gotta feed our daughters |
| We make surviving epidemics look easy |
| Still seem so unbothered, but |
| You niggas ain’t foolin' me with buffoonery |
| Dudes as fake as they jewelry, trying to prove |
| Who’s more wrapped in the cocoon of coonery |
| Too much truth so they muted me |
| You confused, but my views and my moves to the ones who stayed in tune bring |
| comfort like shoes to feet |
| Too unique, opposition is foolishly fuelin' me |
| Shit get brutal, now you deceased |
| I’m just spittin' eulogies to a beat |
| Reachin' ya like a preacher, just wearin' the swag that suited me |
| Niggas say they movin' dope |
| But they movin' keys like computer geeks |
| I can smell fake, y’all niggas runnin' outta bars like a jailbreak |
| Niggas say they stackin' chips but got the stale face |
| Boy, I’m bad like Michael Jackson with the pale face |
| You got that «nigga, I’m about to take a L» face |
| Never too complex, but I use my gift to the full extent |
| Never lose my cool, I don’t live by rules, niggas too content |
| If another man tell you how to feed your fam, nigga, you’s a bitch |
| So I got right back on my shit, my nigga, like |
| Huh! |
| I don’t win, then I don’t eat; |
| anytime that I was down |
| I got right back on my feet, my nigga, like |
| Huh! |
| I don’t work, then I don’t eat; |
| when they thought that I was down |
| I got right back on my feet, my nigga, like |
| Huh! |
| And if we have to do this shit the hard way (hard way) |
| Just know that I am with the shit all day |
| Huh! |
| I don’t win, then I don’t eat; |
| anytime that I was down |
| I got right back on my feet, my nigga, like |
| Yo, y’all not foolin' me, y’all not sucka free |
| You’re livin' refugee, but we know misery loves company |
| Never got too comfy, I knew nobody would come for me |
| My soul glow even when the whole globe is trumpin' me |
| And I’m on top of the globe, but the goal underneath a gold mine |
| Y’all cosignin' puppets like Cousin Skee' |
| Hot and hostile, so nobody is out of reach |
| Most people fuckin' with the kid if they not asleep |
| Never overpower my spiritual views |
| I guess they want me to suggest more illiterate moves |
| The flesh, the temple, the mental, the signature tools |
| Knowledge is power and we out here makin' chemistry, fool |
| I’d be a whole lot bigger if I took that advance |
| Some niggas died for us just to have a book in our hands |
| Never fall for it, all for the slow-motion grind |
| Search for it and find out you had it the whole fuckin' time |
| Let’s get at it |
| Huh! |
| I don’t win, then I don’t eat; |
| anytime that I was down |
| I got right back on my feet, my nigga, like |
| Huh! |
| I don’t work, then I don’t eat; |
| when they thought that I was down |
| I got right back on my feet, my nigga, like |
| Huh! |
| And if we have to do this shit the hard way (hard way) |
| Just know that I am with the shit all day |
| Huh! |
| I don’t win, then I don’t eat; |
| anytime that I was down |
| I got right back on my feet, my nigga, like |
| If you don’t like real shit, turn it off right now |
| I’m from where it’s a 13 year old kid |
| Gettin' outlined in chalk right now |
| Shit, let’s cover all the bases, from the dope fiends |
| To the baseheads, to the teen fiends sippin' codeine |
| Raised on Ritalin, so they take meds |
| Now it’s automatic that they turn to addicts |
| In these rap songs, so they gotta have it |
| Now they got a long ass rehab bill |
| 'fore they realize they got a habit |
| Now wait, I’m not tryna win any awards |
| But we sinkin' in how we thinkin', is everyone on board? |
| I’m just makin' sure we all connected on one accord |
| We all cool goin' in debt tryna buy shit that we can’t afford? |
| You sure? |
| You sure? |
| You sure you sure? |
| Grew up around lost niggas and still ain’t found the allure |
| We be beefin' on social media, overridin' the fact we poor |
| We be buyin' Jordans, and barely got enough gas to get to the store |
| This shit hits to my core, since I was born, this what I’m on |
| There’s no «picture my aura» |
| This ain’t a performance, this is a warning, like |
| Huh! |
| I don’t win, then I don’t eat; |
| anytime that I was down |
| I got right back on my feet, my nigga, like |
| Huh! |
| I don’t work, then I don’t eat; |
| when they thought that I was down |
| I got right back on my feet, my nigga, like |
| Huh! |
| And if we have to do this shit the hard way (hard way) |
| Just know that I am with the shit all day |
| Huh! |
| I don’t win, then I don’t eat; |
| anytime that I was down |
| I got right back on my feet, my nigga, like |
| Huh! |