Good Morning

(альбом: Crop Circle 3 - 2023)

Good morning, bitch I ain't laying in this morning
My phone's ringing, can't you hear that money calling?
Ain't no half stepping bitch, I'm all in, said I'm all in
Good morning, bitch I ain't laying in this morning
My phone's ringing, can't you hear that money calling?
Ain't no half stepping bitch, I'm all in, I said I'm all in

I was trapping in Scotland with a MILF
I bagged and I piped and that pussy got killed, free the G's
Fuck jail, I ain't ever going back, I hate scrubs like TLC
Before rap I had street fame
Sold a million three-fives, I went platinum in the weed game
We them hard boys, I ain't talking bout Pokemon
When I say my niggas squirt tools and blast toys
God's plan, gotta trust the process
And if you wanna get this money, better fuck these hoes less
They say I'm going in, I ain't even started yet
I'm grown but there's still violations I can't forget
How this nigga trapping and he's thirty plus?
Bitch you can't just come around, you gotta earn my trust
See how I came through in that double R?
Ain't just me, I copped my auntie and my mum a car
These little niggas beefing with grown men
If I run to my gun, I let go ten
Them man are broke, they can't war us
Went from bunk beds in jail to having beds on my tour bus
I told a gov "Crack the door, I'm going back on tour"
I sell packs before I ever go back to poor
These little niggas starting up their lines
It's easy to get caught but it's hard to do the time
These young'uns going on live with their opps
I'd rather drive through their blocks, start firing nuff shots
My nigga Keyz and Jazzy should be free soon
I ain't slipping, got the burner in the steam room
He said "The packs ain't arrived to the address"
Now it's peak if he fails the lie detector test
Another day back in grind mode
I can move flavours with my eyes closed
Of course I get love
I ain't like them rappers with management, I was endorsed by the plug
I remember when she used to ignore me
All them times I bumped into you, acting like you never saw me
Now she on my dick, you wouldn't think it was the same girl
I hit then I ticked her off the list like my name's Earl
I can get you any pack you need
Ain't just rap, Crop Circle manufacture weed
Boxes round the house look like I'm unpacking
Them niggas don't wanna step, them man are just chatting
Had to milk the rap game then I'm done rapping
But every time I'm doing well, suttin dumb happens
The streets turned me to a villain
Told these niggas "By the time I'm thirty, I'll be chilling"