Wake up in the morning,

Wake up in the morning, And I'm down bad, Look around the room, And the feeling’s sad, Touch up on my pockets, Gotta make some cash, Call my bro up quick, Come get me fast, Say he got somethings, On his mind to do, Give him about an hour, Then he's coming through, Heard him beep the horn, Then I ran out, Money on my mind, No more handouts, Get my pen and pad, I'm about to write some more, Hit that stage then tell them, Turn the lights down low, Open up my mouth, I heard the crowd scream go, We about to make it rapping, We are about to make it happen, We about to make it rapping, We are about to make it happen, Yeah. (Verse 1) Yo, step back, I’m spitting facts, no time for the fakes, Life’s a game of chess, but you’re just pawns in the stakes, Got a shovel in my hand, digging deep in the ground, While you’re out here clowning, I’m the king without a crown. Ghosts in my head, they whisper secrets of the past, Every grave tells a story, and I’m here to make it last, Rebellious in my ways, I’ll haunt you in your dreams, Got a vendetta, sippin amaretto boy ur crazy if u think i wont tear up ur motherfucking crew, bitchboy ima steppa And u aint got no clue of how much better i set the record up so suck dick ima steppa (steppa) breaking chains, tearing at the seams. (Verse 2) You thinking you’re invincible, death’s vicious one for all bitches which ignore the truth ima king of this always been since the school im not kidding fool adults actin like lil kids do (Verse 1) Yo, step back, I’m spitting facts, no time for the fakes, Life’s a game of chess, but you’re just pawns in the stakes, Got a shovel in my hand, digging deep in the ground, While you’re out here clowning, I’m the king without a crown. Ghosts in my head, they whisper secrets of the past, Every grave tells a story, and I’m here to make it last, Rebellious in my ways, I’ll haunt you in your dreams, Got a vendetta, breaking chains, tearing at the seams. (Verse 2) You think you’re invincible, but death’s a part of life, I’m the reaper with the flow, carving paths with a knife, Take your ass to the cemetery, let the echoes speak, While I’m rising from the shadows, you’re just feeling weak. Murdering the beat, yeah, I’m burying the weak, 3 times at one month critical condition, but drugz couldnt murder me Surgically these lines In this lyrical graveyard, hear the truth as I speak, No remorse for the lost, just a path I must tread, So take your ass to the cemetery, where the legends are dead. a part of life, I’m the reaper with the flow, carving paths with a knife, Take your ass to the cemetery, let the echoes speak, While I’m rising from the shadows, you’re just feeling weak. Murdering the beat, yeah, I’m burying the weak, In this lyrical graveyard, hear the truth as I speak, No remorse for the lost, just a path I must tread, So take your ass to the cemetery, where the legends are dead.