Raekwon, Pusha T, Common, 2 Chainz, Cyhi The Prynce, Kid Cudi, D`banj - The Morning

Stutterin
Givin'em rest and makin' love again
In my best I be the run again
And I have the man dem stutterin
I'm getting this nigga in the morning
He gon' think he been chiefin
Just too long when
He see me in the evenin'
Want to catch all these feelin
Well let me be the first to get mine
Ay yo, ay yo, barbeque
And blow in the back of the crib
Sittin’and countin
Smoking a spliff, this shit’s a gift
All my niggas watches is rough
Grabbing our crotches yelling
What up
The jeans cost $500 Fuck
Stop it keep baking see
The smell it’s a statement
One freeze of this shit
You won’t feel your legs kid
I’m a gangsta corporate hustla
My voice is illustrious
Hounded by vicious dons
Nigga we armed, trust me bruh
They yellin' Chef
Kill the plate with the cooks
I say 'Ye with 2 Chainz on
We Common, let's Push
Burn another bush
Then burn another we brothers
Love us or not
The Mark Zuckerbergs of the block
Hug a knot, staying rich
We was built for the guap
Park the green six deuce
On the deuce just props
Rock a kilt, mean Glock
I’m all machinery ock
Cling to me
Now see how the scenery rock
I'm getting this nigga in the morning
He gon' think he been chiefin
Just too long when
He see me in the evenin
Want to catch all these feelin
Well let me be the first to get mine
I was born by a lake
Chicken shack and a church
That mean the flow got wings
And it come from the dirt
Golly, I know she wanna test the Rari
Eye on a dollar like Illuminati
Life is foggy, tryin to see
Through the mist of it
Could have been livin it
You was Mrs. Mischievous
This is just a letter to
Better your development
Situation delicate
Some claim God body
Blame Illuminati
All cause his pockets
Now knotty as his hair
Yeah
All Sonny no Cher only solitaires
You clusterfucks could cluster up
On tippy toe
And still not muster up so its
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
In God we trust, the game is all us
Til’ the sky calls or its flames on us
Push
I'm getting this nigga in the morning
He gon' think he been chiefin
Just too long when
He see me in the evenin'
Want to catch all these feelin
Well let me be the first to get mine
2 Chainz
I’m chillin’ in my camo
Flippin’ through the channel
On my G.O.O.D. Music shit
My logo’s a Lambo damn
Four doors of ammo
Ammunition I’m pitchin
To make your body
Switch another position
I hope the people is listening
I could never sell my soul
I gave it back to God at my christening
Its tickelin’ when I hear
What haters be whisperin
What makes you think an Illuminati
Would ever let some niggas in
Fake friends and siblings
Like to wish you well
But ain’t never flip the nickel in
Haters wanna pull they pistol
When they see me in this race car
But you can’t spell war without an AR
15 I was pushing carts at K-Mart
By 21 they said
I’d be inside a graveyard
Can’t wait to get
That black American Express
So I can show them white folks
How to really pull the race card
Yeah, you feelin on top now
Getting that money nigga
You sold your soul
Yeah, you feelin on top now
Getting that money nigga
You sold your soul
Yeah, you feelin’ on top now
Getting that money nigga
Naw man
Mad people was frontin
Aw man
Made something from nothing
I treat the label like money
From my shows
G.O.O.D. would’ve been God
Except I added more o’s
If I knew she was cheatin
I’d still’ve bought her more clothes
Cause I was too busy
With my Baltimore you know
Some people call
That the art of war you know
I guess it depends what you fallin for
The clothes cars money girls
And the clothes
Aw money, you sold your soul
Nah man, mad people was frontin
God damn
we made something from nothing