Talibando, Samuel Shabazz - Top Of The Morning lyrics

(Put that shit out)
(His mama named him Clay, I'ma call him Clay)

Yeah, top of the morning
No pancakes, still wake up and pour the syrup
Make me a play in the 'burbs
Somethin' like a street poet the way I
Be playin' with words (yeah)
I done had my heart broken
Before, but bein' broke
That shit hurt me the worst (No cap)
I remember losing bags back-to back
I thought they had gave me a curse

All hustle, no luck (No luck)
Sellin' pure raw, no cut (No cut)
I was shakin' the bag and niggas was mad
They hate I was runnin' it up (Haters)
I just counted up, it ain't enough (It ain't)
One slip-up and a nigga back to the basics
Free all my dogs out thе cages fuck anybody
Whoever was makin' thеm statements
(Free gang)
Niggas really finished, need to face it
(yeah)
I just rolled a three-five, I'ma face it
Did some fucked-up shit in the past
If I had the chance
I still wouldn't go back and change it
(I wouldn't)
Still check the trap on the daily
Get up and grind every day, I ain't lazy
(I ain't)
And I don't need niggas to owe me no favors
So you know it's fuck you, pay me
Yeah, fuck that bitch good, make her crazy
She said she hate me
I don't even let the shit faze me (At all)
I left her, she text me she miss me
I stay on the road, my life really busy
If rappin' don't work
I'ma trap 'til I'm sixty (Shh)
I don't want niggas around me that's iffy
I can go harder than this, don't tempt me
(No)
Bring out the Cuban, put up the rope (O oh)
Dior on my shoes, Dior on my coat
I'm drinkin' lean, let your ho drive the boat
You be all on her back, I'm all in her throat
(Haha)
We in a V12, how fast can it go? (Skrrt)
I got the gas mask
I can walk through the smoke
Niggas in the D League tryna
Ball with the pros
Me and gang, we in a league of our own
It ain't money, why is you callin' my phone?

Yeah, top of the morning
No pancakes, still wake up and pour the syrup
Make me a play in the 'burbs
Somethin' like a street poet the way
I be playin' with words (yeah)
I done had my heart broken
Before, but bein' broke
That shit hurt me the worst (No cap)
I remember losing bags back-to back
I thought they had gave me a curse

My young nigga retarded
He'll get it started
He'll come shoot up the party
Make a nigga wap like Cardi
I keep a 40, my bitch a cougar or somethin'
These niggas hate on me
Peel off somethin', I ain't even did nothin'
You ain't gotta wait on me
Get no money, please, don't do that for me
My bitch can go fuck on my niggas
And I get the millions
That don't really hurt my feelings
My bitch can go fuck on my dog
I wouldn't care at all, the
Way I need it all, this law
Pockets packed wall to wall
Havin' a goddamn ball and all
I went unlisted
You can't see it 'less I send it
I been tryna go and get it
I been dyin' not to miss it
Explain my mind, I'm doin' fine
Don't waste no time, on
The clock countin' Benjis, yeah
I ain't poured, I sip it
I keep a bitch, keep riskin' it
St clair Fresco
I make a call and he come paint your fitted
You ain't got it all right now, don't call me
How the fuck niggas get a
Shot and they stallin'?
That new whip, J's drivin' it stolen
I'm just slappin', they mad I'm stylin'
I just put some money to the side, profile it
She gon' give me face on the side, profilin'
Please don't worry about me, I got it
I was lookin' for my Perc' and I popped it
It was me and Bando out in Miami
This lil' bitch don't want me, she want Telly
I give a bitch just dick, no fetty
Bitch, you ain't talkin' me up, you petty
Bitch can't match my fly, you dead it
Bitch, you ain't turnt, you quiet, you deady
Hurt nigga look up to me and I get it
Still worth more than you
Niggas when I'm finished

Yeah, top of the morning
No pancakes, still wake up and pour the syrup
Make me a play in the 'burbs
Somethin' like a street poet the way
I be playin' with words (yeah)
I done had my heart broken
Before, but bein' broke
That shit hurt me the worst (No cap)
I remember losing bags back-to back
I thought they had gave me a curse