RE-UP GANG - Good Morning lyrics

rate me

It's like watching my whole life flash in front of me

Knowing I am one of the

Best whoever done it, as a writer shuns it

Them niggers Young MC, while I Big Pun it

Trying to revisit that impact when Big done it

Or when Pac did it, even when Nas won it

I Daddy Kane over the tracks, them niggers King Sun it

I'm from the era when BET had team summit

Now the watch is like a hell date to turn my stomach

This high level of artistry's a part of me

I'm bored by so called peers, y'all have to parten me

Graffiti beat street, write my life for all to see

You take a bite and leave the rest I remind you of Lee

Do your history, if you can't reminisce with me

You connect the parallels and recognize what gift it be

It's not a mystery, no more second guessing him

At this point you ain't got to question who I'm better than

Food on the table, when it's not

I move that lean, keep them fiends up and down the block

It's my routine

Seventeen, though the block is hot

I'm coming cool with my tool, knocking of my rocks

Long story short

I done made it through some shit

That has got lots of niggers laid in view

What I say to dudes

Wake up from that snooze

Before that nigga dead on the news in the View

I done slept in cribs with grenades, crazy weapons

Pushed cars with more drugs than Rite Aid and EPIC

Across state lines, without my squad

Just to get paid, laid it all on the line

Now I thank God, there ain't nothing else

That kept a nigga free or turn him back into dust

You know how many niggers I done buried

Niggas ask for cheddar too

Wishing they were free on the bricks to make a better move

Pull some four hundred months, some got forever

Trade everything you treasure for some nice weather

Or some good pussy

A kiss from a whore, a trip to the store

Wake up young boy

Good Morning

It's complicated this life I live

The cars, the whores are beautiful but I all need is focus

Cut the ladder up, the ladder to success that I climb

I steer steps to the top, I'm complex

I'm a hustler with a turbulent mind

Modern day thinking, statues to interpret the lines

The well thought out, when I was caught out

There when I was tortured

Seems to morph with my inner thoughts, it's torture I bear

Like a mob, when I was robbed of my youth

The dope game pulled a nigga feet first

In the flames with cocaine

What a wonderful bitch I made

Man that nigga can't front I love them acolaydes

The dope money from the out looking in they see a thug nigga thing

So unconsciously I'm draped in drug dealer bling

Drug dealer street can't get his crown now

We got it 4 cheap volume 3, nigga bow down

Only does it seem that the grass is greener

Never would have dreamed cash come between us

So hysterically I laugh

I thought it was understood I give you my last

I thought it was to the good, baby boy could rap

We long since left the hood, the rest should be a snap

Or so I thought, instead it was a slap to the face

To this day, what am I to make of that

If I could the old days I'd wish them back

When the OJ's played and the crib was still intact

Forever mine, quickly turned to never mine

I pondered to myself, if I had never signed

And in my mind, I was only trying for better

The Big Wheel era should have lasted forever

Who knew we lacked glue to stick together

I find it so hard to keep my head up

Good Morning