D. Chamberz - Flights in da Mornin' lyrics
[D. Chamberz - Flights in da Mornin' lyrics]
Real street nigga shit
The Butcher coming, nigga (yeah)
My nigga Chamberz in this bitch
(You ain’t been through nothing
We ain’t been through, nigga)
Big BSF, big Griselda
(You ain’t make nothing we ain’t make, nigga)
Emerged from the slums
I had to get it off the corner
Rest in peace tats and tees is all on us
I still got fiends that owe
Me since back in ‘98
Trapping out their crib
Bagging up on nine plates
Always had beef, so I stay with the Butcher
Four cellphones like Master P
I got the hookup
Mac with the extendo, 200 air holes
Quick to let it fly off
Funny vibes and weirdos black Timbs
Bloodhound brim to the death of mе
Grab a passport for any jet that’s next to me
If I go brokе, I hit the strip
That’s the recipe
Ain’t 3 for 10, it’s 5 for 20
I changed the energy
Locked down, 52 card over push-ups
Now I take flights every morning
When I look up could tell by the pendant
I’m still independent
Yeah them niggas signed
But they know we’re nearly winning what’s up
I had to get it off the corner
Late nights to the morning
Take flights, yeah I’m on it
I had to get it off the corner
I had to get it off the corner
Late nights to the morning
Take flights, yeah I’m on it
I had to get it off the corner
Yo this for Louis V that ain’t out yet
And paper that I ain’t count yet
Them hitters pop up on you
Unannounced like a house guest
I used to go and gamble my
Strip money and bounce that
Now a nigga pay quarter-brick
Money for outfit's
Higher prices for the coke and
We riot when it’s smoke water dripping
Jewels like a fire hydrant when it’s broke
What you know ‘bout getting up early
Fire in the roach
Fiend at my trap, 8 am, whining for the dope?
I’m a chemist, nigga
I could teach science with a fork
Christian Dior kicks
Gucci tiger on my shorts i adapted quick
I feel like this was made for niggas
I sold dope, tools, shot and robbed
And prayed for niggas
Y’all should be giving me
Thanks, I’m literally great, i’m rich
I could turn a hood bitch into Hilary Banks
I met a plug last week
Now he’s sending me freights
Now I’m out feeling these
Safes like M&T Bank, yeah
My last album was in Grammy conversation
You ain’t lit ‘til you hit
A bitch with Grammy nominations
Uh, the feds don’t believe I’m
Up from getting merch off
So I’m getting stopped by TSA
With the search dogs let’s go
I had to get it off the corner
Late nights to the morning
Take flights, yeah I’m on it
I had to get it off the corner
I had to get it off the corner
Late nights to the morning
Take flights, yeah I’m on it
I had to get it off the corner
The Butcher coming, nigga (yeah)
My nigga Chamberz in this bitch
(You ain’t been through nothing
We ain’t been through, nigga)
Big BSF, big Griselda
(You ain’t make nothing we ain’t make, nigga)
Emerged from the slums
I had to get it off the corner
Rest in peace tats and tees is all on us
I still got fiends that owe
Me since back in ‘98
Trapping out their crib
Bagging up on nine plates
Always had beef, so I stay with the Butcher
Four cellphones like Master P
I got the hookup
Mac with the extendo, 200 air holes
Quick to let it fly off
Funny vibes and weirdos black Timbs
Bloodhound brim to the death of mе
Grab a passport for any jet that’s next to me
If I go brokе, I hit the strip
That’s the recipe
Ain’t 3 for 10, it’s 5 for 20
I changed the energy
Locked down, 52 card over push-ups
Now I take flights every morning
When I look up could tell by the pendant
I’m still independent
Yeah them niggas signed
But they know we’re nearly winning what’s up
I had to get it off the corner
Late nights to the morning
Take flights, yeah I’m on it
I had to get it off the corner
I had to get it off the corner
Late nights to the morning
Take flights, yeah I’m on it
I had to get it off the corner
Yo this for Louis V that ain’t out yet
And paper that I ain’t count yet
Them hitters pop up on you
Unannounced like a house guest
I used to go and gamble my
Strip money and bounce that
Now a nigga pay quarter-brick
Money for outfit's
Higher prices for the coke and
We riot when it’s smoke water dripping
Jewels like a fire hydrant when it’s broke
What you know ‘bout getting up early
Fire in the roach
Fiend at my trap, 8 am, whining for the dope?
I’m a chemist, nigga
I could teach science with a fork
Christian Dior kicks
Gucci tiger on my shorts i adapted quick
I feel like this was made for niggas
I sold dope, tools, shot and robbed
And prayed for niggas
Y’all should be giving me
Thanks, I’m literally great, i’m rich
I could turn a hood bitch into Hilary Banks
I met a plug last week
Now he’s sending me freights
Now I’m out feeling these
Safes like M&T Bank, yeah
My last album was in Grammy conversation
You ain’t lit ‘til you hit
A bitch with Grammy nominations
Uh, the feds don’t believe I’m
Up from getting merch off
So I’m getting stopped by TSA
With the search dogs let’s go
I had to get it off the corner
Late nights to the morning
Take flights, yeah I’m on it
I had to get it off the corner
I had to get it off the corner
Late nights to the morning
Take flights, yeah I’m on it
I had to get it off the corner