Aye bro, I swear I used to get up 7 in the morning
Every morning
No flying up the motor-way, I’m ‘ready in the bando
Patterned
Early shift
Ain’t nothing better than a Good Morning
Naw she ain’t trying to go back to work, in the Morning
I’m touring, no sleep til the Morning
My niggas bag work, in the Morning
You know I bag hertz in the Morning
My youngins’ match work in the Morning
Got racks in the Morning
I got packs in the Morning
He lacked in the Morning
He got wapped in the Morning
Look! you know I’m stacking racks in the Morning
I’m yawning
Trying to 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 niggas sliding round with bruckies, and they touring
They might wake up to a duppy in the Morning
The phone-line getting kinda jumpy in the Morning
I’m in London, in country and they calling
I’m blessed like a Sunday in the Morning
I swear I went from, riding on them prison buses
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 till’ the Morning
Even dem’ pagans must rate how I’m balling
But let me catch dem Man late
Or the Morning
I blatantly corn them
Then goto my girl’s yard, and stay till the Morning
I’m calling here
Yo my future ain’t for certain, but my jewelry’s clear
Naw she ain’t trying to go back to work, in the Morning
I’m touring, no sleep til the Morning
My niggas bag work, in the Morning
You know I bag hertz in the Morning
My youngins’ match work in the Morning
Got racks in the Morning
I got packs in the Morning
He lacked in the Morning
He got wapped in the Morning
Look! you know I’m stacking racks in the Morning
I’m yawning
Trying to get roaring, the Morning!
Every single Morning time, used to hit the Morning Grind
3 scores alike, let dem go for £45
I’m ah naughty guy
My watch is hitting in the Morning light
Like it came with a torch inside
Oh ah early trip, just to serve a nic’
I ain’t wore no dirty kicks, since I saw ah 36′
My little nigga 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 cooking, leave ah smell in the room
Yea I serve to them homies, that be selling to You!
So you don’t even know me, but you selling my food!
I’m in 7-0-2, with the incredible view
Just a night in this suite, cost a set of the lou’s
But no, don’t get me twisted
I’m reckless and gifted
It’s 8 in the Morning, I’m pressing and mixing!
Naw she ain’t trying to go back to work, in the Morning
I’m touring, no sleep til the Morning
My niggas bag work, in the Morning
You know I bag hertz in the Morning
My youngins’ match work in the Morning
Got racks in the Morning
I got packs in the Morning
He lacked in the Morning
He got wapped in the Morning
Look! you know I’m stacking racks in the Morning
I’m yawning
Trying to get roaring, the Morning!