Morning

Yeah Yeah Yeah, Yeah! Skrrrt! I got a shell in the mornin', bangin' that, 'til dawn I got a shell in the mornin', breakin' hats, 'til dawn I put my lean in a cup, and pour it up 'til dawn Up until the morning I'm in the back of a Beamer, with J.R. We stunt on 'em with the cars They really jealous, need mars bars They don't know our stuff I wanna run up them racks, I wanna trap out the shack With my niggas, and they in the front and back We rappin', never lack And I got like thirty-million hoes on me (Hoes on me) Niggas hate on me, cause I'm on fleek (I'm on fleek) All this fuckin' lean I might OD (Might OD) Yeah, all this fuckin' lean on me In the back of a Beamer I got a shell in the mornin', bangin' that, 'til dawn I got a shell in the mornin', breakin' hats, 'til dawn I put my lean in a cup, and pour it up 'til dawn Up until the morning I started to notice to watch the ones closest It might be fake lovin' They might just be hatin' They thinkin' 'bout skatin' They thinkin' 'bout blockin' And might start debatin' They show up belated, then know they don't care They were never there, they want you to stare If they blew up, know they wouldn't share Takin' a shot at your boy, like hunters and hares The resource so scarce, they plottin' like lairs And you'll be the scape-goat if people find theirs Like a carousel, it was never fair I got a shell in the mornin', bangin' that, 'til dawn I got a shell in the mornin', breakin' hats, 'til dawn I put my lean in a cup, and pour it up 'til dawn Up until the morning