Good Morning

[Introduction:] Good morning! That’s right. . . it’s a new day in the game . . . Coke Boys, Riot Music Group . . . without further interruption let’s get into it [Hook:] It’s a slow road to the fame when the windows is closed When it’s clo-o-o-o-sed My ten toes in the game on my way through the cold Through the co-o-o-o-ld I’m bout to bring this through the game like the wind when it blows When it blo-o-o-ws These niggas insects on my windshield I wipe ‘em Twin vets and double piping And nigga you ain’t none like him [Verse:] Niggas want to kill me, bitches want to date me Some niggas will feel me, other niggas hate me Death or jail is the ultimatum You supposed to hate him Jewelry bright, stones clear Flying in my own Lear Fuck niggas I don’t hear ‘em My definition of a million is relief We hold court up in the streets, no police Knots busting out my pockets all profit Lord help me get my daily bread These niggas famished, see they barley fed Jewelry red Panamera black Herrera shades Jewelry lemonade I’m killing the game Watch me demonstrate Bad bitches on me, no deuces just tens like Timberlake Crack the window let the breeze ventilate Nothing but a thousand make you monkey niggas disappear Life is cheap bitches acting up So I wifed the streets Live in the fire because I like the heat Feeling on my suede said she like my seats Everything I own nigga got receipts Close range with the chopper split his wig open No insurance for the doctor wounds still smoking Coke Boys put the city back up on the mizzap Rapper looking sleepy I can help them with a nizzap Blowing 30,000 on my wrist is not a mishap Shooters bang the pains on you so to change just sit back My melody’s addictive so they call me Drugz Niggas hate the air I breathe bitches show me love [Hook:]