Kanye West - The Morning

[Intro: D'banj]

Stuttering

Giving 'em rest and making love again

In my best, I be the run again

And I have the man dem stuttering, -ing

[Chorus: Andrea Martin]

I'm getting this nigga in the morning

He gon' think he been chiefing, just too long when

He see me in the evening, wanna catch all these feelings

Well, let me be the first to get mine, ohh!

[Verse 1: Raekwon]

Yeah, ayo, ayo

Barbeque and blow in the back of the crib

Sitting and counting, smoking a spliff, this shit's a gift

All my niggas' watches is rough

Grabbin' our crotches, yellin', "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 yay with two chains 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, yo?

[Chorus: Andrea Martin]

I'm getting this nigga in the morning

He gon' think he been chiefing, just too long when

He see me in the evening, wanna catch all these feelings

Well, let me be the first to get mine, ohh!

[Verse 2: Common]

I was born by a lake, chicken shack and a church

That mean the flow got wings and it come from the dirt

Godly, I know she wanna test the 'Rari

Eye on a dollar like Illuminati

Life is foggy, tryna see through the mist of it

Could have been living it, you was Mrs. Mischievous

This is just a letter to better your development (Ohh!)

Situation delicate

[Verse 3: Pusha T]

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 it's (Ashes to ashes, dust to dust)

In God we trust, the game is all us

'Til the sky calls or it's flames on us

Push

[Chorus: Andrea Martin]

I'm getting this nigga in the morning

He gon' think he been chiefing, just too long when

He see me in the evening, wanna catch all these feelings

Well, let me be the first to get mine, ohh!

[Verse 4: 2 Chainz]

2 Chainz!

I'm chilling in my camo, flipping through the channel

On my G.O.O.D. Music shit, my logo's a Lambo

Four doors of ammo, ammunition I'm pitching

To make your body switch another position

[Verse 5: Cyhi the Prynce]

I hope the people is listening

I could never sell my soul, I gave it back to God at my christening

It's tickling when I hear what haters be whispering

What makes you think an Illuminati would ever let some niggas in?

Huh, 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 A-R

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

[Bridge: Kid Cudi & Kanye West]

(Whooooa) Yeah, you feeling on top now

Getting that money nigga? (You, you sold your soul)

(Heeey) Yeah, you feeling on top now

(Heeey) Getting that money nigga? (You sold your soul)

(Whooooa) Yeah, you feeling on top now

Getting that money nigga?

(Heeey) Naw man, mad people was fronting

(Heeey) Aw man, made something from nothing

[Verse 6: Kanye West]

I treat the label like money from my shows

G.O.O.D. woulda been G.O.D. except I added more O's

If I knew she was cheating and still bought her more clothes

It's 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 falling for, the clothes?

Cars, money, girls and the clothes

Aww money, you sold your soul

Nah man, mad people was fronting

Goddamn, we made something from nothing