The Morning )
Raekwon Pusha T Common 2 Chainz Cyhi The Prynce Kid Cudi & D'Banj Lyrics


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Stutterin' givin' 'em rest and makin' love again
In my best I be the run again
And I have the man dem stutterin'

I'm getting this nigga in the morning
He gon' think he been chiefin' just too long when
He see me in the evenin'
Want to catch all these feelin'
Well let me be the first to get mine

Ay yo, ay yo, barbeque and blow in the back of the crib
Sittin’ and countin’, smoking a spliff, this shit’s a gift
All my niggas watches is rough
Grabbing our crotches yelling ‘’What up?’’
The jeans cost 500 fuck
Stop it, keep baking, see the smell it’s a statement
One freeze of this shit, you won’t feel your legs kid
I’m a gangsta corporate hustla, my voice is illustrious
Hounded by vicious dons, nigga we armed, trust me bruh
They yellin' Chef, kill the plate with the cooks
I say 'Ye with 2 Chainz on, we Common, let's Push
Burn another bush, then burn another we brothers
Love us or not, the Mark Zuckerbergs of the block
Hug a knot, staying rich, we was built for the guap
Park the green six deuce on the deuce just props
Rock a kilt, mean Glock I’m all machinery, 'ock
Cling to me, now see how the scenery rock yo

I'm getting this nigga in the morning
He gon' think he been chiefin' just too long when
He see me in the evenin'
Want to catch all these feelin'
Well let me be the first to get mine oh

I was born by a lake, chicken shack, and a church
That mean the flow got wings and it come from the dirt
Golly, I know she wanna test the ‘Rari
Eye on a dollar like Illuminati
Life is foggy, tryin’ to see through the mist of it
Could have been livin’ it, you was Mrs. Mischievous
This is just a letter to, better your development,
Situation delicate

Some claim God body, blame Illuminati
All 'cause his pockets now knotty as his hair, yeah
All Sonny no Cher, only solitaires
You cluster fucks could cluster up
On tippy-toe and still not muster up so its (Ashes to ashes, dust to dust)
In God we trust, the game is all us
Til’ the sky calls or its flames on us, Push'!

I'm getting this nigga in the morning
He gon' think he been chiefin' just too long when
He see me in the evenin'
Want to catch all these feelin'
Well let me be the first to get mine

2 Chainz, I’m chillin’ in my camo, flippin’ through the channel
On my G.O.O.D. Music shit, my logo’s a Lambo (damn)
Four doors of ammo,
Ammunition I’m pitchin’ to make your body, switch another position

I hope the people is listening,
I could never sell my soul, I gave it back to God at my christening
Its tickelin’ when I hear what haters be whisperin’
What makes you think an Illuminati would ever let some niggas in? Huh,
Fake friends and siblings, like to wish you well but ain’t never flip the nickel in
Haters wanna pull they pistol when they see me in this race car
But you can’t spell war without an A-R
15 I was pushing carts at K-Mart
By 21 they said I’d be inside a graveyard
Can’t wait to get that black American Express
So I can show them white folks how to really pull the race card

Yeah, you feelin’ on top now, getting that money nigga? (You sold your soul)
Yeah, you feelin’ on top now, getting that money nigga? (You sold your soul)
Yeah, you feelin’ on top now, getting that money nigga?
(Naw man, mad people was frontin’ aw man, made something from nothing)

I treat the label like money from my shows
G.O.O.D. would’ve been God except I added more O's
If I knew she was cheatin’ I’d still’ve bought her more clothes
‘Cause I was too busy with my Baltimore-you know
Some people call that the art of war you know
I guess it depends what you fallin’ for, the clothes,
Cars, money, girls and the clothes
Aw money, you sold your soul




Nah man, mad people was frontin’
God damn, we made something from nothing

Overall Meaning

The song The Morning is a collaborative piece created by various artists including Raekwon, Pusha T, Common, 2 Chainz, Cyhi The Prynce, Kid Cudi, and D'Banj. In the first verse, the singer talks about being at the top and how he's once again trying to reach the same level of success. He's getting his rest and trying to make love again. The chorus is a repetition of the same phrase, where the artists explain how they plan on making the person meet them in the morning and in the evening they want to catch all their feelings.


In the second verse, the rapper is discussing his life and the fact that he is living large with his friends. They're smoking, having barbecues, and often stop to look at their $500 jeans. He says that he is a gangsta corporate hustler and is often surrounded by vicious dons who are also armed. In the third verse, the rapper talks about where he came from, and how he was able to take his life in a different direction. They discuss fake friends and siblings, who like to wish you well but will not help you in any way.


Line by Line Meaning

Stutterin' givin' 'em rest and makin' love again
Impressing and awing others, taking a break to enjoy life, then repeating the cycle


In my best I be the run again
Being at one's best and ready to take action


And I have the man dem stutterin'
Intimidating others and making them nervous


I'm getting this nigga in the morning
Going after someone in a confident and bold way


He gon' think he been chiefin' just too long when
He will be surprised by my actions and success


He see me in the evenin'
When he sees me later on


Want to catch all these feelin'
Desiring to experience life's good moments


Well let me be the first to get mine
I want to take the lead and enjoy my success


Ay yo, ay yo, barbeque and blow in the back of the crib
Having fun, relaxing, and enjoying life with friends


Sittin’ and countin’, smoking a spliff, this shit’s a gift
Taking a break to enjoy life's blessings


All my niggas watches is rough
My friends are tough and hardworking


Grabbing our crotches yelling ‘’What up?’’
Asserting our strength and power


The jeans cost 500 fuck
My expensive clothes show my wealth


Stop it, keep baking, see the smell it’s a statement
Keep making money, and let the smell of success speak for itself


One freeze of this shit, you won’t feel your legs kid
My drugs are potent and will incapacitate you


I’m a gangsta corporate hustla, my voice is illustrious
I am a tough businessman who commands respect


Hounded by vicious dons, nigga we armed, trust me bruh
Facing threats from powerful people, but being able to defend ourselves


They yellin' Chef, kill the plate with the cooks
Calling me Chef, and wanting me to impress people with my skills


I say 'Ye with 2 Chainz on, we Common, let's Push
Collaborating with other rappers to make great music


Burn another bush, then burn another we brothers
Smoking marijuana together and bonding as friends


Love us or not, the Mark Zuckerbergs of the block
We are successful and innovative, whether people like us or not


Hug a knot, staying rich, we was built for the guap
Holding onto our money and continuing to be wealthy


Park the green six deuce on the deuce just props
Showing off my extravagant car and taking pride in its appearance


Rock a kilt, mean Glock I’m all machinery, 'ock
Being tough and dangerous, despite wearing a kilt


Cling to me, now see how the scenery rock yo
Stick with me, and you will see how much I can accomplish


I was born by a lake, chicken shack, and a church
My humble upbringing gave me wings and the ability to succeed


That mean the flow got wings and it come from the dirt
My success came from hard work and perseverance


Golly, I know she wanna test the ‘Rari
I know she wants to ride in my expensive car


Eye on a dollar like Illuminati
Focusing on money and success like a member of an elite group


Life is foggy, tryin’ to see through the mist of it
Life is confusing and hard to navigate


Could have been livin’ it, you was Mrs. Mischievous
You could have been enjoying life, but instead you were being reckless


This is just a letter to, better your development, Situation delicate
This is a message to help you improve in a difficult situation


Some claim God body, blame Illuminati
Some believe in a higher power, while others blame a secret society


All 'cause his pockets now knotty as his hair, yeah
His wealth has given him power and influence


All Sonny no Cher, only solitaires
He is successful on his own, without a partner


You cluster fucks could cluster up
You ineffective people could try to work together


On tippy-toe and still not muster up so its (Ashes to ashes, dust to dust)
Even if you try your best, you will still fail


In God we trust, the game is all us
We have faith in God, and we control our own destinies


Til’ the sky calls or its flames on us, Push'!
We will keep striving until we die or are faced with destruction


2 Chainz, I’m chillin’ in my camo, flippin’ through the channel
I am relaxing in my camouflage clothing, flipping through TV channels


On my G.O.O.D. Music shit, my logo’s a Lambo (damn)
Representing my G.O.O.D. music brand with my expensive car


Four doors of ammo,
My car is well-equipped with weapons


Ammunition I’m pitchin’ to make your body, switch another position
I am selling drugs that will change your physical state


I hope the people is listening,
I hope people are paying attention to my message


I could never sell my soul, I gave it back to God at my christening
I value my morals and beliefs, and will not compromise them for money


Its tickelin’ when I hear what haters be whisperin’
It is amusing when people speak negatively about me


What makes you think an Illuminati would ever let some niggas in? Huh,
A secret society would never accept people of our race


Fake friends and siblings, like to wish you well but ain’t never flip the nickel in
People pretend to support you, but never contribute anything


Haters wanna pull they pistol when they see me in this race car
Jealous people become hostile when they see my expensive car


But you can’t spell war without an A-R
There is a potential for conflict and violence


15 I was pushing carts at K-Mart
I started at a low-level job, but worked hard to succeed


By 21 they said I’d be inside a graveyard
People doubted my abilities and assumed I would not survive


Can’t wait to get that black American Express
Looking forward to obtaining a high-level credit card


So I can show them white folks how to really pull the race card
I will use my success to influence and stand up for my race


Yeah, you feelin’ on top now, getting that money nigga? (You sold your soul)
People accuse me of sacrificing my values for money


Nah man, mad people was frontin’
My success came from hard work and determination, not selling out


God damn, we made something from nothing
Despite humble beginnings, we were able to achieve great things




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Written by: ANDREA MARTIN, TERRENCE THORNTON, JEFF BHASKER, CHE SMITH, KANYE WEST, COREY WOODS, ALAN LERNER, TAUHEED EPPS, SCOTT MESCUDI, RAMON IBANGA JR., CYDEL YOUNG, TRAVIS SCOTT, LONNIE LYNN JR., FREDERICK LOWE

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Stefany B

Still bumping this in 2020. Cruel Summer > My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy. Raekwon has the best verse, then Push, then CyHi, then Common, then Ye, then 2 Chainz. 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼🐐🐐🐐🐐🐐🐐💯💯💯💯💯💯🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥😍😍😍😍😍😍

Latoshia Mungin

Heard this song for the first time last night in the shower and had to screenshot it to listen to it again… love the My Fair Lady melody on the beginning just 🔥🔥🔥

mySWAGGERsoTALL

they all went hard as fuck

Naomi Mankrado

Common's flow is just perfect

Angie Vancura

folks been sleeping on CyHi da Prynce for too long

Emmanuel Nwankwo

common

marvinfinite

Angie Vancura big facts...

Dustin Pollard

Thankfully, my Butler pulled the Royce up and it woke ME up.

Stefany B

He’s fire, and one of my favorites from GOOD Music. 🙏🏼🙌🏼🐐❤️💯🔥

K Pettigrew

One of the best in the game, very underrated !

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