Good Morning
(专辑: 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"