[Intro: Swizz Beatz]
Good morning!
Good morning!
Good morning!
Yeah! (Grime Music, bitches)
Hey, good morning! (Woo)
Hey, oh, good morning! (Woo)
Yeah, ayy! (Good morning)
[Verse 1: Black Thought]
Yo, I'm from the home of the ghosts-es, water plugs and wokeness,
Water bugs and roaches, drugs and overdoses.
How you approach this? Philly is where the dope is,
My uncles Reds and Willy is still the goldsmiths.
Whole shit steady, we close-knit and deadly
As a heart attack, trust me, the pitbulls is petty,
Already infamous, limitless, Getty Images, (Woo)
Vile temperament, you start shit, we endin' it. (Woo)
It's mad last wishes, gas mask kisses, (Oh)
The thin line between savants and savages, (Oh)
Your life could depend on the laws of averages,
The difference between black and white is mad privilege. (Fuck that shit)
For Lucifer, son of the morning
Who swore we'd ignored every one of them warnings,
But try to run for cover under one of them awnings,
'Cause here the storm come,
Tell the Lord time for His encore performance.
[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
Good morning! (Woo)
Hey, oh, good morning!
Yeah, ayy! (Good morning)
(Good morning)
Fuck that shit! (Hey, hey)
On the wakeup
Dreamin' every day of tryna get my cake up,
Yeah!
[Verse 2: Pusha T]
I got four million in homes three hours apart,
Drug dealer tastes, I think I glow in the dark,
I only do features to keep hittin' my mark
And show you mothafuckas you ain't good as you thought, (I am) let's go!
Panamera shoppin' in the pandemic,
The work got grill lines when the pan's searin',
Give you the whole clip to let your mans hear it, (Oh)
The pallbearer next to them so they can all fear it. (Oh)
Ulterior motives with the modus,
Bulletproof package like I'm POTUS,
I'm just cashin' in on what they owe us,
They say the comin' winter is the coldest,
Céline fur hangin' off the shoulder. (Woo)
What's worse, the gift or the curse? (Hey)
The only way to celebrate a death is with a birth,
That Maybach seat can be converted to a hearse,
I mean every word while you think it's just a verse. (Oh)
I'm gone.
[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
Hey, good morning! (Woo)
Hey, oh, good morning! (Woo)
Yeah, ayy! (Good morning)
[Verse 3: Killer Mike]
Hold on!
Just as soon as the sun rise, the night dies,
You was buildin' pyramids and African empires
Where pale-skin savages with straight hair and light eyes
Was still eatin' raw meat and barely could light fires.
Before we ever sold cocaine, we civilized Spain,
You are not the first black man in the Mediterrane',
Shit, you lyin' to impress, you is just insane,
I look at you with the disdain of an old shit stain.
How you product of a God and you worship a man?
I was God in the flesh before I drove a Mulsanne,
Five keys of gold sittin' on my neck in the flame,
Surrounded by black women, West African king.
And I'm gonna go to Ghana to reclaim my name,
While these chump rappers rap about the shit they cop,
Man, I cop my block, and this shit don't stop,
I'm the official unofficial mayor of my city.
Learned my lesson from the crack trap, the school of high thoughts,
Push the D like Pusha T and kept my mind Black Thought,
Michael Render is the ender, what the fuck you thought?
Michael Render, he the ender, what the fuck you thought?
God!
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