Bad Morning

歌詞

(I need to talk to Mike Laury Yeah, you got Mike Laury) (Dubba-AA flex) (Winning lottery numbers coming up) I can't quit at all, at all I ain't hurt (I ain't hurt, nigga) at all, at all On my soul, at all, at all Stay the same as my pain grow, ridin' 'round with my bros (This is the sound) Ridin' in the Maybach, let's go Ten M's up, nigga, let's go He a dreadhead, mhm, my bro leave him dead in front that store On three different drugs tryna take away my pain, but it's still gon' flow Try my hardest to put a smile on top my mans, but he still can't cope On the highway, out the window, do somethin' Need it my way, bam, bam, shoot somethin' He a head hunter rude boy, trust nothin' She got a nice round burn, but can't paint her nails Do a hit real sick, it be cold the whole summer I can't figure how she comin', I'ma give her to my mama Any minute, I'ma cut a nigga, knowin' I'ma slime him Everything goin' bad, you can trust him, still time him Niggas steady rappin', we be shootin' at the bitch Sound of the stick goin' boom when it hit Sound of the smoke, real loud when it's lit Still let it off with a crowd in the midst Black card, matte stick, I'm it Don't pick die if you try one trick Right gang, but she say, "Wrong bitch" Young rich nigga, he done took a wrong fix Overdose, can't shake back, no Harbor freight, get the jack from the store White trace, that's a whole lotta snow Ridin' by my Kirk with a .30 and a pole With a young bitch, she don't want me, it's vivid But I don't need her hand when I'm runnin' up Benji's Real deal business, this real Blood business Really spill those, dead bodies in the trenches Real slime, that was my partner for a minute Contract from my brother when them hollows got up in it Dodgin' bullets in the car when them shottas sent the men All praise to Allah, one was dead in less than sixty We gon' burn 'em for real, leave 'em dead if he miss Shooter aim when you shot at them, fuck with my bodies I'ma foreign my engine, take lots of narcotics Why they cookin' 'em rocks? Die protectin' that body Through the house, the aroma, it cover the closet I don't say that ain't it, but I still wan' cop it I'ma flood out this bitch to whoever come cash Police ran in this bitch, no one say nothin' about it I ain't got nothin' I wanna do better with my life, but take narcotics with my life Collect these bodies with your life, send it to the Most Highest Nigga showin' off, got it took when he got it Nigga ran off, tell me what you doin' 'bout it? You don't know off the dome shit, can't write With the Glock when you see the kid, on sight Bullets started playin' 'round with tension, got focused Got another pack rolled up, he gon' smoke it Ten grand, twenty grand, all night scope We're up all day high, we're up all day slow I can't quit at all, at all I ain't hurt at all, at all On my soul, at all, at all Stay the same as my pain grow, ridin' 'round with my bros Ridin' in the Maybach, let's go Ten M's up, nigga, let's go He a dreadhead, mhm, my bro leave him dead in front that store On three different drugs tryna take away my pain, but it's still gon' flow Try my hardest to put a smile on top my mans, but he still can't cope Herm steady talkin' 'bout, "Top, just let me shoot him," no I can't teach a nigga shit, I can make it out him I ain't need no tutor, been advanced for the road Doped up, two or three tools, doin' shows Forty on my teeth and two hundred for my pole Three hundred for my car, extra sneeze for the nose I be runnin' to the money soon as it reach my phone I ain't got nothin' I wanna do better with my life, but take narcotics with my life Collect these bodies with your life, send it to the Most Highest Nigga showin' off, got it took when he got it Nigga ran off, tell me what you doin' 'bout it? You don't know off the dome shit, can't write With the Glock when you see the kid, on sight I can't quit (Quit) at all, at all I ain't hurt (I ain't hurt) at all, at all On my soul, at all, at all Stay the same as my pain grow, ridin' 'round with my bros Ridin' in the Maybach, let's go Ten M's up, nigga, let's go He a dreadhead, mhm, my bro leave him dead in front that store (This is the sound) On three different drugs tryna take away my pain, but it's still gon' flow Try my hardest to put a smile on top my mans, but he still can't cope