The Morning | hip-hop | Игорь Осьмачко | TRUE SCHOOL Vol.1
From the morning to the evening Pains from the tenant Got the walls kickin like they six months pregnant Drinking Alaze without cereal for breakfast Girls calling cabs at dawn quoted to seven Skies getting cold You're flying from the north Walking in to the city like a sold out show House full of hoes that specialize into hoein Make that money rain as they takin off they clothes Auto plane tickets Cali is the mission Visit every month like I'm split life living Let the world listen if a haters card slipping then my ni**as stay tight Got my back life pippin Fast life crippin Yellow still tippin Codeine cups paint a picture so vivid Face try to mimic Got girls timid But behind closed doors they get pulled for riches
(Chorus) All that money the money is the motive All that money the money is the motive All that money the money she be foldin Girl put in work girl girl put in work Girl put in work girl girl put in work Girl put in work
Push it to the limit Push it through the pain I push it for the pleasure like the virgin to the game A virgin to that money A virgin to the fame So this my only chance and when I'm over only pray that I flow from the bottom Closer to the top The higher that I climb The harder I'ma drop These pussy ass ni**as tryna hold on to their credit so I tell them use a debit watch they in there start to listen I don't want them like discretion Why these ni**as testing Always fu**ing twisted Why these ni**as testing Sh*t that I got them on straight bar hopping to the music that I ambiance Get sh*t popping Zombies of the night Ni**as aint talking if they hyping to the crew get it in like pockets Downtown loving When the moon coming Only place to find babes, cabs, and hot women
Better slow down She'll feel it in the morning Aint the kind of girl you'll be seeing in the morning Too damn raw aint no ni**a worth her holding Aint no ni**a that she holding man the love is suiting for it