Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Morning, artist - Raekwon. Date of issue: 18.06.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Morning |
| Intro: |
| Stutterin' |
| Givin’em rest and makin’love again |
| In my best I be the run again |
| And I have the man dem stutterin' |
| I’m getting this nigga in the morning |
| He gon’think he been chiefin just too long when |
| He see me in the evenin' |
| Want to catch all these feelin |
| Well let me be the first to get mine |
| Ay yo, ay yo, barbeque and blow in the back of the crib |
| Sittin’and countin', smoking a spliff, this shit’s a gift |
| All my niggas watches is rough |
| Grabbing our crotches yelling 'What up?'' |
| The jeans cost $ 500? |
| 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 gangsta corporate hustla, my voice is illustrious |
| Hounded by vicious dons, nigga we armed, trust me bruh |
| They yellin’Chef, kill the plate with the cooks |
| I say 'Ye with 2 Chainz on, we Common, let’s Push |
| Burn another bush, then burn another we brothers |
| Love us or not, the Mark Zuckerbergs of the block |
| Hug a knot, staying rich, we was built for the guap |
| Park the green six deuce on the deuce just props |
| Rock a kilt, mean Glock I’m all machinery, ock |
| Cling to me, now see how the scenery rock? |
| I’m getting this nigga in the morning |
| He gon’think he been chiefin just too long when |
| He see me in the evenin' |
| Want to catch all these feelin |
| Well let me be the first to get mine |
| I was born by a lake, chicken shack, and a church |
| That mean the flow got wings and it come from the dirt |
| Golly, I know she wanna test the Rari |
| Eye on a dollar like Illuminati |
| Life is foggy, tryin’to see through the mist of it Could have been livin’it, you was Mrs. Mischievous |
| This is just a letter to better your development |
| Situation delicate |
| Some claim God body, blame Illuminati |
| All cause his pockets now knotty as his hair |
| Yeah |
| All Sonny no Cher, only solitaires |
| You clusterfucks could cluster up On tippy-toe and still not muster up so its |
| Ashes to ashes, dust to dust |
| In God we trust, the game is all us Til’the sky calls or its flames on us Push |
| I’m getting this nigga in the morning |
| He gon’think he been chiefin just too long when |
| He see me in the evenin' |
| Want to catch all these feelin |
| Well let me be the first to get mine |
| 2 Chainz |
| I’m chillin’in my camo, flippin’through the channel |
| On my G.O.O.D. |
| Music shit, my logo’s a Lambo (damn) |
| Four doors of ammo |
| Ammunition I’m pitchin’to make your body switch another position |
| I hope the people is listening |
| I could never sell my soul, I gave it back to God at my christening |
| Its tickelin’when I hear what haters be whisperin' |
| What makes you think an Illuminati would ever let some niggas in? |
| Fake friends and siblings, like to wish you well but ain’t never flip the |
| nickel in Haters wanna pull they pistol when they see me in this race car |
| But you can’t spell war without an 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 folks how to really pull the race card |
| Yeah, you feelin’on top now, getting that money nigga? |
| (You sold your soul) |
| Yeah, you feelin’on top now, getting that money nigga? |
| (You sold your soul) |
| Yeah, you feelin’on top now, getting that money nigga? |
| (Naw man, mad people was frontin' |
| Aw man, made something from nothing) |
| I treat the label like money from my shows |
| G.O.O.D. |
| would’ve been God except I added more o’s |
| If I knew she was cheatin’I’d still’ve bought her more clothes |
| Cause I was too busy with my Baltimore- you know |
| Some people call that the art of war you know |
| I guess it depends what you fallin’for |
| The clothes, cars, money, girls and the clothes |
| Aw money, you sold your soul |
| Nah man, mad people was frontin' |
| God damn, we made something from nothing |