In The Morning

[Intro] The slums of the big town As packed with drama and danger as the squallered streets of some native quarter In the heart of the milling pot of crime stands on an oasis where one man struggles Against the forces that turned his loved ones to lives of violence and shame [Verse 1] Ugh, Sinister Mob shit Choppers all in the closet Hydrogen lamps in the attic Warm broccoli, spinach and cabbage I keep sealer on the counter right next to the money counter That’s right next to sale for wayne, nuts and fruits not yail That’s right usually they take me to jail Listen to this here coz Never explain to the popo or tell em shit Caz they ain't the fuckin judge It’s money on my mind and paper I gotta get Bitches I need fuck and licks that I must hit Moves that Imma make, and whips I’m try’na flip Steps that I should take be careful I don’t slip When I was little I had to bird watch and listen So I could be real conditioned and ready for the unexpected to occur anytime I’m on my 24 hour grind In my prime gettin mine Greenbach’s in the making Gutta on the line Gelupe I be chasing Now I’m bout my spine Outsmarting the popo selling dopo Holding up a homeless sign [Chorus] Banger hidden' under my clothes I pull it out, and they kno Bustin' rubber bands, gettin' that dough I got that plug and we juggin' for sure Just ask all the knocks I'll be right back out here in the morning (X2) [Verse 2] Wake up in the morning first thing on my mind is Cropo Gutta, shoota And I could meet up at ya taco Cop fo, I don’t serve I just sit back and watch bro Slingers, bangers, ruggers In love with my 40 Glock tho Slidin through ghetto on 4s Dodging them potholes Heavy metal drugs and hoes Call it the rock show Oooh I’m really mobbing No prob to get ya top blown Hit em up, slit em up, rig em up Right back at it when the cops gone Welcome to the top zone 2 A block nigga Raised by JLo Certified top hitters Switch ya field with dad Got a bout a glad bag What it betta I let it sag Stuntin showing my ass Flashin on my little bourbons Take ya fat ass to class Gotta a feeling can’t be mad Caught em dippin in my stash No task two tabs I’m rollin I’ve been posting on this bitch since mawning [Chorus] [Verse 3] When I go ham Money on my mind 24/7 damn Kick a broke bitch out my spot like pam I’m a hussla in every sense of the word Favorite days of the month 1st to the 3rd That’s when all the things drop out So I don’t sleep Tell my knocka spread the word Bra I’m taking the ebt Wiped cars, social security checks I run through them Duffy right on the drive way nigga I swoop in Rock what you think Shit the BAV, bread in our hands, deposits all day Scheming on the come up try’na get my ones up 30 round bink Wish a nigga run up I keep a weapon, a pistol, poker or popper Certain to bludgeon a hater to death if he disrespects my propers Work 30 I’m a motherfukin monster These noodle spin nigga get ate like pastas [Chorus]