Top Of The Mornin’

[Verse 1 Charles Infamous]

Put them racks in the bank

Quit my job and got back on the plane

Bitch I’m rapping again

Like it’s 2015 cyphers all in the dorm room

Sorry for the wait I promise y’all be getting more soon

But right now I’m in the woods like trees and sticks

Remember when no one believed in it

Now I’m working into the evening

Like Fuck a sunset

It’s called motherfuckin bars like I’m rappin on funk flex

If I do a show the promoter better run checks

But I’m at cabin establishing tracks

Dropswitch switch hit me with an accurate pack

Bars hit like a damaging act. Like a terrorist nеver arrogant

Cause my ego match my skill sеt

I’m a real threat

Early morning do ya feel that

Aye do you feel that

Just had my tea and shit

I’m bout to flee this bitch

[verse 2 Lock Young]

Catch me early morning, Rollin up these niggas catching z’s

Hold up oh I think they like my name jermaine Dupree

A jiggy lord pretty locko but in sliming wit the sleez

You ain’t really goin ape shit bitch I’m Caesar in them trees

Me and infamous deployed we goin zero dark thirty

All my niggas militant, breaking knuckles ain't no Mercy

Bringing panic to the disco but my name ain’t Brendan urie

Drop switch movin weight, I’m off that strong, I holdin’ sturdy

Yeah man just had my fuckin eggs and rolled a blunt that’s green eggs and h for your bitch ass

[verse 3 Charles Infamous]

Rhymin like I’m Doctor suess

I got the juice

Makin hits I drop a few

I’m ridin through

My city like the Gotham dude

Flyin just like cockatoo

Get up and fuckin get it nobody’s fuckin stop in you

Fuck whatever the opps ill do

The opposite, what I been thru

Like top ramen I’m rock solid

Until the waters through. Follow my lead you ought to do

Y’all ain’t even audible

Check the barsmelodies and the writtens

Y’all better be with the fitness

Cause I’m tread millin

In my head feelin

Like the goat

Not because I been the greatest, where I’m from to stay afloat

Y’all gotta be better than the top 10

I’m the sticks makin hits with lock We locked in

Skatin on beats turn drop switch to dropped in

You know how we rockin

[verse 4 Lock Young]

I don’t need a strap… when my right hand cannon hit like mega man

Knee him in the gut, upper cut, through the ceilin fan

Body bag a rookie, all civilians, and veterans

A high function hitta, imma a little out ya element

Don’t play with the kid

Uhhhh step in the booth bet you know what it is

Benny the butcher on seen in my DM, cuz I need Armani Caesar with the Liz

Most of the niggas is cookin narcotics while I’m with they bitch n she butter my grits

Dumpin her guts

I could give less than a fuck

These niggas is stuck in a rut

[Outro talking]

Man these n*** suck Charlie, get these rappers the fuck away from me dawg

Up early

Wheres my green tea bitch