Wake up in the morning, got me feeling down bad, Look around the room, got me feeling real sad, Touch up on my pockets, grind and get some cash Call my bro up bout to smash one the gas Say he got something On his mind what it do Give him about an hour, and you know he's coming through, Heard him beep the horn, hurry up and I ran out, Money on my mind, glock make a fucking handout Get my pen and pad, I'm about to write some more, im bout to hit her on stage taking your bitch on a tour i got this croud in a rage scribing this gold on a page im out here kepping it real my rhymes so ill they gone spread like the plague all facts no capping watch me watch me make this rap shit happen Yeah.