Re-Up Gang - Good Morning lyrics

It's like watching my whole life
Flash in front of me knowing I am one of the
Best whoever done it, as a writer shuns it
Them niggas young MC, while I Big Pun it
Trying to revisit that impact
When Big done it
Or when Pac did it, even when Nas won it
I Daddy Kane over the tracks
Them niggas King Sun it
I'm from the era when BET had team summit
Now the watch is like a hell
Date to turn my stomach
This high level of artistry's a part of me
I'm bored by so called peers
Y'all have to pardon me
Graffiti beat street
Write my life for all to see
You take a bite and leave the
Rest I remind you of Lee do your history
If you can't reminisce with me
You connect the parallels and recognize


What gift it be it's not a mystery
No more second guessing him
At this point you ain't got to
Question who I'm better than

Food on the table, when it's not
I move that lean
Keep them fiends up and down the block
It's my routine, seventeen
Though the block is hot
I'm coming cool with my tool
Knocking of my rocks long story short
I done made it through some shit
That has got lots of niggas laid in view
What I say to dudes, wake up from that snooze
Before that nigga dead on the
News in the View
I done slept in cribs with grenades
Crazy weapons
Pushed cars with more drugs than
Rite Aid and EPIC
Across state lines, without my squad
Just to get paid, laid it all on the line
Now I thank God, there ain't nothing else
That kept a nigga free or
Turn him back into dust
You know how many niggas I done buried
Niggas ask for cheddar too
Wishing they were free on the bricks
To make a better move
Pull some four hundred months
Some got forever
Trade everything you treasure for
Some nice weather
Or some good pussy, a kiss from a whore
A trip to the store wake up young boy

Good morning good morning
Good morning good morning

It's complicated this life I live the cars
The whores are beautiful but I
All need is focus cut the ladder up
The ladder to success that I climb
I steer steps to the top, I'm complex
I'm a hustler with a turbulent mind
Modern day thinking
Statues to interpret the lines
The well thought out, when I was caught out
There when I was tortured
Seems to morph with my inner thoughts
It's torture I bear
Like a mob, when I was robbed of my youth
The dope game pulled a nigga feet first
In the flames with cocaine
What a wonderful bitch I made
Man that nigga can't front
I love them acolaydes
The dope money from the out lookin in
They see a thug nigga thing
So unconsciously I'm draped in
Drug dealer bling
Drug dealer street can't get his crown now
We got it 4 cheap volume 3, nigga bow down

Only does it seem that the grass is greener
Never would have dreamed cash come between us
So hysterically I laughed
I thought it was understood I
Give you my last
I thought it was to the good
Baby boy could rap
We long since left the hood
The rest should be a snap or so I thought
Instead it was a slap to the face
To this day, what am I to make of that
If I could the old days I'd wish them back
When the OJ's played and the
Crib was still intact
Forever mine, quickly turned to never mine
I pondered to myself, if I had never signed
And in my mind, I was only trying for better
The Big Wheel era should have lasted forever
Who knew we lacked glue to stick together
I find it so hard to keep my head up

Good morning good morning
Good morning good morning