Fredo - Morning lyrics

Ayy bro, I swear I used to
Get up 7 in the morning, every morning
No flying up the motorway
I'm 'ready in the bando
Patterned, early shift
Ain't nothin' better than a good morning

Nah, she ain't tryna go back
To work in the morning
I'm touring, no sleep 'til the morning
My niggas bag work in the morning
You know my back hurts in the morning
My youngins mash work in the morning
Got racks in the morning
I got packs in the morning
He lacked in the morning
He got wrapped in the morning
Look, you know I'm stacking
Racks in the morning
I'm yawning, tryna get roaring, the morning

Yo, she wakes me up with
'ucky in the morning no lie
She got me feeling lucky in the morning
My little niggas sliding round with bruckies
And they touring
They might wake up to a duppy in the morning
The phone line's gettin' kinda
Jumpy in the morning
I'm in London, they're in country
And they're calling
I'm blessed like a Sunday in the morning
I swear I went from riding
On them prison busses
Now I'm coming in a foreign
My trap spot just held a raid in the morning
She said my watch look's like
It's raining and pouring thanks babe
But you can't stay 'til the morning
Even 'dem paigons must rate how I'm balling
But let me catch 'dem man
Late or the morning i'm blatantly cornin'
Then go to my girl's yard
And stay 'til the morning
I'm coolin' here
Yo, my future ain't for certain
But my jewelry's clear

Nah, she ain't tryna go back
To work in the morning
I'm touring, no sleep 'til the morning
My niggas bag work in the morning
You know my back hurts in the morning
My youngins mash work in the morning
Got racks in the morning
I got packs in the morning
He lacked in the morning
He got wrapped in the morning
Look, you know I'm stacking
Racks in the morning
I'm yawning, tryna get roaring, the morning

Every single morning time
Used to hit the morning grind
Three scores alike
Let them go for forty-five
I'm a naughty guy
My watch is hitting in the morning light
Like it came with a torch inside
On a early trip, just to serve a nick
I ain't wore no dirty kicks
Since I saw a thirty-six
My little nigga didn't wake up
For his early shift
Now I'm flying down the motorway
To go and murder him
My soldiers do what I tell them to do
All this coke that I'm cookin' leave
A smell in the room
Yeah, I serve to them homies
That be selling to you
So you don't even know me
But you're selling my food
I'm in 7-0-2, with the incredible view
Just a night in this suite
Cost a set of the Loubs
But no, don't get me twisted
I'm reckless and gifted
It's 8 in the morning
I'm pressing and mixing

Nah, she ain't tryna go back
To work in the morning
I'm touring, no sleep 'til the morning
My niggas bag work in the morning
You know my back hurts in the morning
My youngins mash work in the morning
Got racks in the morning
I got packs in the morning
He lacked in the morning
He got wrapped in the morning
Look, you know I'm stacking
Racks in the morning
I'm yawning, tryna get roaring, the morning