Good Morning Baltimore

[Verse 1: Ill Conscious]
Yo, I be
Sonning and running these niggas ‘til I rip a meniscus
So pictures conflicted when you spit it, your shit is fictitious
They psychologically lynching the poverty-stricken
Afflicted by monopoly system and lottery tickets, but
Nobody could mention it ‘cause everybody busy gripping
The Smith, and they’ll switch to the six or the blickers with clips for
The biscuits. Whatever the term, niggas be kicking, never
Living what they spitting, so they get hit with the quickness, huh!
The game’s treacherous, leaving the fakes separate
One of them real spitters, I’m keeping the wave prevalent, huh!
They lame selling it, talking ‘bout ‘caine-peddling
They faker than the bezel that’s placed in they chain crevices
Blue-and-white circle the block with the same prejudice
So once you gain leverage, try to remain relevant, uh!
You lower classmen that’s tryna chase lettermans
Make the presidents, it be starting to take precedence
Like…

[Hook: Yung Miss]
Mm, mm, when the Sun, yeah
(When the Sun come up) When the Sun come up (And the raindrops fall)
And the raindrops fall
(Made me think about life) Made me think about life (I really)
(Love it all) I really (Good morning)
(Morning, Baltimore) Good morning
Good morning, good morning (Do you)
(Love me anymore?) Good morning, yeah, Baltimore

[Verse 2: Ill Conscious]
Word up
Who wanna get with this? Me and my constituents
But we’ll remain inquisitive ‘til we getting them Benjamins, so
Until we getting this, consider this conditioning
Vigorous with the penmanship, no dismissing this lyricist, uh!
One of the few niggas doing it with conviction, and
What I’m spitting should be encrypted inside of them scriptures or
Amongst the hieroglyphs, I be drifting to higher wisdom
Niggas giving you water, I’m giving you nitroglycerin, huh!
They say the realest never be climbing the station
Your poetry compromised when you go and sign to the majors
Been designed by The Maker to coincide with the greatest
Moving so independently, I’m aligned with the paper, huh!
So to them people that’s skeptical of my dedication
I plan to reach you, I’m digging deeper than excavations
Unique artists, we let it speak with an exclamation
We never sleeping, we eating amidst the depravation
What?

[Hook: Yung Miss]
Mm, mm, when the Sun, yeah
(When the Sun come up) When the Sun come up (And the raindrops fall)
And the raindrops fall
(Made me think about life) Made me think about life (I really)
(Love it all) I really (Good morning)
(Morning, Baltimore) Good morning
Good morning, good morning (Do you)
(Love me anymore?) Good morning, yeah, Baltimore