Wake Up in the Morning

[Intro]
(Yuh) (Judgement Day comin’ out motherfuckers)
Aight
(Yuh, yuh. YUH)

[Verse]
I’m out for the hunt, I’m slashing all these cunts in the front of my Cadillac, smoke ‘em like a blunt
AR-15 with the gang, I’m ‘bout to ‘cause mayhem on these fake shooters carrying water guns
Pull up in my monster whip. UZI with the scope, Usain Bolt from my clip
Pay a thot to lick the tip of my SPAS-12 then her body bags zipped. I ain’t fakin’ this shit. (ay)
Dragunov to that fuckin’ skeleton, like a fuckin’ sentinel, miniguns be raising decibels
You below me, not even slightly fuckin’ parallel, you be hiding in ‘yo crib while I be raising hell. (yuh)
You be playin’ with your genitals, bitch you wish we were identical, I be toting guns and selling expensive chemicals
When I slide in the extension, my shots going critical. Early rise, early hide, my bullets are plentiful ‘cuz when I-

[Hook]
Wake up in the morning, you suckers better start runnin’
I shoot gangsters faster than typical hood shootings. (ay)
Bleed for my lunch (yuh), I be clearing targets for my plate
Pussy runnin’ his mouth, ay. When you see me coming, it’s too late. (it's too late, too late, too late)