Morning

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 ****** 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 ****** 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 ****** 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 ***** 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 ****** 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