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4 In the Morning (feat. Ghostface Killah)

Did he have hands?

Did he have a face?

Yes, than it wasn't usBernard Goetz Gazelle's on

.45 In the bag, mask for murder

Sacks Willy jury is all really

Rich nigga's paying for the team

Sniff the eighth and feed Lily

Lily is a cocaine Willy

Who got mad connects in a small town in Philly

Octopus soul sister rock a puss

Ghost outside parked vertical

Yeah, the Jakes'll murder you

Four to five hundred bricks, dicks come in with no tie on

That symbolizes the wire on

All Krylon heat my lings bling 500 feet away

Hit the church steeples in the DBrand new shells on

A python, a Fisker

Twist from the Astons, made for the listener

Or rather yeah, the driver, suicide rider

B bums and Wally's me she lost colleagues4 in the morning

4 in the morning

4 in the morning

4 in the morning

4 in the morning

4 in the morning

4 in the morningBlow hands, the stove is a roaster

Where bottles whip in motion

May cause 'drop him in the ocean'

Irish blood gangsters, the roulettes

Cooler moving through Texas

Grandmother she Mex-ish, yup

Tablets, krills, bath salts, last call, get it

Drugs flying minutes like a fastball

Smash all I will remain clean, the status calm

I do it for niggas who last long, last Don's

Chill Kings in the chair, cigars in the air

This the last part with snakes that'll break any mans arm

Which way the grass growin'

We've sown enough and now we're farmers

Who come through with lawn mowers and armor4 in the morning

4 in the morning

4 in the morning

4 in the morning

4 in the morning

4 in the morning

4 in the morningYeah, I used to move cracks

Sort diesel and gats

Runnin' trains on them hood rat bitches up in his trap

We used to blow 'em out

Fiends comin' in hike with they seized bite

With residue stuck all on they pipe

4 In the mornin' when the gates start jumpin'

Dustheads lurkin' and the fiends start thumpin'

And it seems like the fiends, he own Cream so they jumpin'

Bean told Cream he stole green so he cut 'em

Ditch him Star, souflee'd one half of his cheekbone

Now he talkin' out the side of his mouth

But yo, peep homes, stuck

Fly dust, that's four finger nuggets

With plastic stuffed in the Kangol buckets

Dirty burners on, gloves and scanners

Smart mouth, Teymor bitches in the back gettin' sandwiched

After a dick suck accountant

In the wee hours, backing up mountains 4 in the morning4 in the morning

4 in the morning

4 in the morning

4 in the morning

4 in the morning

4 in the morning

4 in the morning

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