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t.y. - in the morning lyrics

[chorus: succeed]
i wake up in the morning
twist a cone and light that b-tch and get to zoning
i know the money coming in
i could feel it every time a n-gga run that sh-t
and i done made a way
and you can’t tell me nothing get the f-ck up out my face
yo this that jet life
so ain’t no hesitating baby ain’t no thinking twice

[verse 1: t.y.]
b-tch we ball for them rounds and all the flashiest things
hoes be out of they mind when i get ’em out they brain
forever jets over b-tches, way more than a saying
this game will eat you alive, you better watch how you play it
i’m a son of a gangsta, you a son of a busta
spitta gave me the go, so it’s a must that i crush ya
i don’t like feeling that mediocre vibe from you suckas
that’s enough to make a n-gga wanna ride and just pluck ya
take your b-tch to the crib, get her high and then f-ck her
she been heard bout the kid so she been dying to f-ck me
and these stupid -ss n-ggas always lying ’bout something
all these n-ggas wanna shine but ain’t rhyming bout nothing
i was born a hustler so it’s in my blood
and it’s about right now, don’t give a f-ck what it was
cause, everybody gon’ talk that sh-t
but everybody in this world ain’t gon’ accomplish it

[verse 2: curren$y]
uh, suede adidas, silver screen double features
two movie screen divas got doobie fever
at the stall wagging beg for me to meet ’em
bong ’em, rice krispie treat ’em
blazed, laid, left ’em naked in the shade
more ways to get paid occupying my brain
can’t take it to the grave so while i’m here imma play
ain’t nothing wrong if my back bumper grind on my hard top ’65
cruise life on mine
the crew strong 20 low riders in a line
outside mother f-cker you can’t hide
lights off when it’s on
how many yo’ folks gon’ ride?

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