Black Thought, Pusha T, Swizz Beatz, Killer Mike - Good Morning lyrics
Killer Mike [Michael Santiago Render] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Black Thought, Pusha T, Swizz Beatz, Killer Mike - Good Morning lyrics]
Good morning good morning
Good morning yeah (Grind easy, bitches)
Hey, good morning (Woo)
Hey, oh, good morning (Woo)
Yeah, ayy (Good morning)
Yo, I'm from the home of the ghosts-es
Water plugs and wokeness
Water bugs and roaches, drugs and overdoses
How you approach this? Philly is where the
Dope is my uncles Reds and Willie is
Still the goldsmiths hold shit steady
We're close-knit and deadly as a heart attack
Trust me, the pitbulls is petty
Already infamous, limitless, Getty Images
(Woo) foul temperament, you start shit
We endin' it (Woo)
It's mad last wishes, gas mask kisses (Oh)
The thin line between savants and savages
(Oh) your life could depend on
The laws of averages
The difference between Black and
White is mad privilege (Fuck that shit)
For Lucifer, son of the morning
Who swore we'd ignored every
One of them warnings
But try to run for cover
Under one of them awnings
'Cause here the storm come
Tell the Lord time for His encore performance
Good morning (Woo) hey oh, good morning
Yeah, ayy (Good morning, Good morning)
Fuck that shit (Hey, hey) on the wakeup
Dreaming every day of tryna get my cake up
Yeah
I got four million in homes
Three hours apart drug dealer tastes
I think I glow in the dark
I only do features to keep hittin' my mark
And show you motherfuckers you ain't
Good as you thought (I am) , let's go
Panamera shopping in the pandemic
The work got grill lines
When the pan's searing
Give you the whole clip to
Let your mans hear it (Oh)
Them pallbearer next to them so
They can all fear it (Oh)
Ulterior motives with the modus
Bulletproof package like I'm POTUS
I'm just cashing in on what they owe us
They say the coming winter is the coldest
Celine fur hangin' off the shoulder (Woo)
What's worse, the gift or the curse? (Hey)
The only way to celebrate a
Death is with a birth
That Maybach sink can be
Converted to a hearse i mean every word
Why you think it's just a verse? (Oh)
I'm gone
Hey, good morning (Woo)
Hey, oh, good morning (Woo)
Yeah, ayy (Good morning, Hold on)
Just as soon as the sun rise, the night dies
You was building pyramids and African empires
Where pale-skin savages with straight
Hair and light eyes
Was still eatin' raw meat and
Barely could light fires
Before we ever sold cocaine
We civilized Spain
You are not the first Black
Man in the Mediterrane'
Shit, you lying to impress
You is just insane
I look at you with the disdain
Of an old shit stain
How you product of a God
And you worship a man?
I was God in the flesh
Before I drove a Mulsanne
Five keys of gold sittin' on
My neck in the frame
Surrounded by Black women, West African king
And I'm gonna go to Ghana to reclaim my name
While these chump rappers rap about
The shit they cop
Man, I cop my block, and this shit don't stop
I'm the official, unofficial mayor of my city
Learned my lesson from the crack
Trappin' school of high thoughts
Push the D like Pusha T and
Kept my mind Black Thought
Michael Render is the ender
What the fuck you thought?
Michael Render, he the ender
What the fuck you thought? God
(Haha) ayo, it's the blues
I don't know if the Crips even use it
Something 'bout your whole album
Is crib-cleaning music
Good morning yeah (Grind easy, bitches)
Hey, good morning (Woo)
Hey, oh, good morning (Woo)
Yeah, ayy (Good morning)
Yo, I'm from the home of the ghosts-es
Water plugs and wokeness
Water bugs and roaches, drugs and overdoses
How you approach this? Philly is where the
Dope is my uncles Reds and Willie is
Still the goldsmiths hold shit steady
We're close-knit and deadly as a heart attack
Trust me, the pitbulls is petty
Already infamous, limitless, Getty Images
(Woo) foul temperament, you start shit
We endin' it (Woo)
It's mad last wishes, gas mask kisses (Oh)
The thin line between savants and savages
(Oh) your life could depend on
The laws of averages
The difference between Black and
White is mad privilege (Fuck that shit)
For Lucifer, son of the morning
Who swore we'd ignored every
One of them warnings
But try to run for cover
Under one of them awnings
'Cause here the storm come
Tell the Lord time for His encore performance
Good morning (Woo) hey oh, good morning
Yeah, ayy (Good morning, Good morning)
Fuck that shit (Hey, hey) on the wakeup
Dreaming every day of tryna get my cake up
Yeah
I got four million in homes
Three hours apart drug dealer tastes
I think I glow in the dark
I only do features to keep hittin' my mark
And show you motherfuckers you ain't
Good as you thought (I am) , let's go
Panamera shopping in the pandemic
The work got grill lines
When the pan's searing
Give you the whole clip to
Let your mans hear it (Oh)
Them pallbearer next to them so
They can all fear it (Oh)
Ulterior motives with the modus
Bulletproof package like I'm POTUS
I'm just cashing in on what they owe us
They say the coming winter is the coldest
Celine fur hangin' off the shoulder (Woo)
What's worse, the gift or the curse? (Hey)
The only way to celebrate a
Death is with a birth
That Maybach sink can be
Converted to a hearse i mean every word
Why you think it's just a verse? (Oh)
I'm gone
Hey, good morning (Woo)
Hey, oh, good morning (Woo)
Yeah, ayy (Good morning, Hold on)
Just as soon as the sun rise, the night dies
You was building pyramids and African empires
Where pale-skin savages with straight
Hair and light eyes
Was still eatin' raw meat and
Barely could light fires
Before we ever sold cocaine
We civilized Spain
You are not the first Black
Man in the Mediterrane'
Shit, you lying to impress
You is just insane
I look at you with the disdain
Of an old shit stain
How you product of a God
And you worship a man?
I was God in the flesh
Before I drove a Mulsanne
Five keys of gold sittin' on
My neck in the frame
Surrounded by Black women, West African king
And I'm gonna go to Ghana to reclaim my name
While these chump rappers rap about
The shit they cop
Man, I cop my block, and this shit don't stop
I'm the official, unofficial mayor of my city
Learned my lesson from the crack
Trappin' school of high thoughts
Push the D like Pusha T and
Kept my mind Black Thought
Michael Render is the ender
What the fuck you thought?
Michael Render, he the ender
What the fuck you thought? God
(Haha) ayo, it's the blues
I don't know if the Crips even use it
Something 'bout your whole album
Is crib-cleaning music