The Morning Show

I turn my music up
I let my heart go
I pull this weed out
Make sure it’s well rolled
Bacc in middle school
Couldn’t even spell hoes
High school grew dem dreads and i ain’t chase ‘em yo

They hit my phone
You on
You make music
Told leave a nigga alone they all choosin (2x)

They took lil homie and that shit jus don’t feel write to me
I done wrote bout three songs bout them niggas strikin things
Can’t let a nigga up on me i gotta yo my heat
And yes i know that when i’m done i’ll wash it down with bleach
But i don’t wanna have to up it imma take a nigga soul
I know that’s gone damage my karma that’s down the road
C O D gone see me they know we live by the code
Mamba mentality baby i’m in my mode

I turn my music up
I let my heart go
I pull this weed out
Make sure it’s well rolled
Bacc in middle school
Couldn’t even spell hoes
High school grew dem dreads and i ain’t chase ‘em yo

They hit my phone
You on
You make music
Told leave a nigga alone they all choosin (2x)

Don’t go to fast
My whip do the dash
Just don’t crash
That gas got me off my ass
Then niggas fake uhh
Gone slide with this drake
About my cake
223 gone knocc yo face