The Morning feat. Raekwon & 2 Chainz
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 lyrics of "The Morning" by Raekwon, Pusha T, Common, 2 Chainz, Cyhi The Prynce, Kid Cudi, and D'Banj are rich and complex, filled with references to power, money, and the struggle to come up in the world of hip hop. The song speaks to the artists' experiences in the industry, as well as their struggles with fame and fortune. The repetitive line "I'm getting this nigga in the morning" suggests a sense of urgency and competition, as if the artists are jockeying for position and trying to do whatever it takes to come out on top.


The verse by 2 Chainz is particularly noteworthy, as it references his commitment to his faith and his refusal to compromise his values for the sake of success. He raps, "I could never sell my soul, I gave it back to God at my christening." This line speaks to the larger themes of the song, which grapples with issues of authenticity, loyalty, and integrity in a world where these qualities are often in short supply.


Overall, the lyrics of "The Morning" are dense and layered, offering a fascinating glimpse into the complex world of hip hop and the artists who inhabit it.


Line by Line Meaning

Stutterin' givin' 'em rest and makin' love again
I'm taking a break and having a good time with my partner


In my best I be the run again
I am striving to be the best and moving forward


And I have the man dem stutterin'
I am so impressive that people are speechless


I'm getting this nigga in the morning
I will win over this person with ease


He gon' think he been chiefin' just too long when
When he sees me, he will feel like he's been smoking for a long time


He see me in the evenin'
He will be surprised when he sees me later


Want to catch all these feelin'
He is excited to experience all of these emotions


Well let me be the first to get mine
I will be the first to get what I want


Ay yo, ay yo, barbeque and blow in the back of the crib
Let's have a barbecue and smoke weed at home


Sittin’ and countin’, smoking a spliff, this shit’s a gift
We're relaxing and enjoying ourselves, and this moment is a blessing


All my niggas watches is rough
All of my friends have expensive, flashy watches


Grabbing our crotches yelling ‘’What up?’’
We are being provocative and showing off our confidence


The jeans cost 500 fuck
Our clothing is very expensive


Stop it, keep baking, see the smell it’s a statement
Keep smoking weed, as it represents who we are


One freeze of this shit, you won’t feel your legs kid
This weed is potent and will have a strong effect on you


I’m a gangsta corporate hustla, my voice is illustrious
I am a gangster and successful businessman, and my voice is captivating


Hounded by vicious dons, nigga we armed, trust me bruh
We are threatened by powerful people, but we are prepared for anything


They yellin' Chef, kill the plate with the cooks
They are calling for Raekwon to deliver a great performance


I say 'Ye with 2 Chainz on, we Common, let's Push
Let's work together to create something great


Burn another bush, then burn another we brothers
Let's keep smoking and bonding as friends


Love us or not, the Mark Zuckerbergs of the block
We are successful and influential in our community, whether people like it or not


Hug a knot, staying rich, we was built for the guap
We are meant to be wealthy and successful


Park the green six deuce on the deuce just props
I'm parking my fancy car as a symbol of my success


Rock a kilt, mean Glock I’m all machinery, 'ock
I'm dressed in a kilt and armed with a gun, which makes me unstoppable


Cling to me, now see how the scenery rock yo
Stay close to me and witness my greatness


I was born by a lake, chicken shack, and a church
I was born in a modest area, but I have risen to success


That mean the flow got wings and it come from the dirt
My talent is natural and comes from humble beginnings


Golly, I know she wanna test the ‘Rari
Women are attracted to me and my expensive car


Eye on a dollar like Illuminati
I am focused on making money like the Illuminati


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


Could have been livin’ it, you was Mrs. Mischievous
You could have enjoyed this life with me, but you were too mischievous


This is just a letter to, better your development,
This message is meant to help you improve and grow as a person


Situation delicate
This situation is sensitive and needs to be handled with care


Some claim God body, blame Illuminati
Some people think they are divine and blame the Illuminati for their problems


All 'cause his pockets now knotty as his hair, yeah
They blame the Illuminati because they are wealthy


All Sonny no Cher, only solitaires
They are alone and only have expensive jewelry


You cluster fucks could cluster up
You are all a bunch of idiots


On tippy-toe and still not muster up so its (Ashes to ashes, dust to dust)
You try your best but still can't accomplish anything (we all end up dead)


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


Til’ the sky calls or its flames on us, Push'!
We will continue to succeed until we die or something bad happens


2 Chainz, I’m chillin’ in my camo, flippin’ through the channel
I'm relaxed in my military-style clothing and watching TV


On my G.O.O.D. Music shit, my logo’s a Lambo (damn)
I am proud to represent my record label and show off my Lamborghini


Four doors of ammo, Ammunition I’m pitchin’ to make your body, switch another position
My car is fast and powerful, and I use it to impress women


I hope the people is listening,
I hope people pay attention to what I'm saying


I could never sell my soul, I gave it back to God at my christening
I would never give up my values for money or fame


Its tickelin’ when I hear what haters be whisperin’
I find it amusing when people criticize me behind my back


What makes you think an Illuminati would ever let some niggas in? Huh,
Why would the Illuminati allow black men to become successful?


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


Haters wanna pull they pistol when they see me in this race car
Jealous people want to harm me when they see me in my expensive car


But you can’t spell war without an A-R
I am prepared to fight back against my enemies


15 I was pushing carts at K-Mart
I used to have a humble job at a retail store


By 21 they said I’d be inside a graveyard
People expected me to fail and die young


Can’t wait to get that black American Express
I'm excited to have a prestigious credit card


So I can show them white folks how to really pull the race card
I will use my wealth to prove that black people can be successful and influential


Yeah, you feelin’ on top now, getting that money nigga? (You sold your soul)
Are you proud of your wealth and success? Did you compromise your values to achieve it?


Naw man, mad people was frontin’ aw man, made something from nothing
No, people doubted me, but I succeeded anyway through hard work and determination


I treat the label like money from my shows
I value my record label as much as the money I make from my performances


G.O.O.D. would’ve been God except I added more O's
My label is amazing, and I made it even better


If I knew she was cheatin’ I’d still’ve bought her more clothes
Even if I knew my partner was being unfaithful, I would still buy her gifts


‘Cause I was too busy with my Baltimore-you know
I was busy working and building my career


Some people call that the art of war you know
Some would say that hard work and determination is like a battle strategy


I guess it depends what you fallin’ for, the clothes,
Success means different things depending on what you value, like money or material possessions


Cars, money, girls and the clothes
These are all things people chase after to feel successful


Aw money, you sold your soul
People are quick to assume that those who are successful have compromised their values for wealth


Nah man, mad people was frontin’
No, I succeeded through hard work and determination despite people doubting me


God damn, we made something from nothing
We are proud of our success and all that we have accomplished




Lyrics © Roba Music, Peermusic Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group
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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@Uonlyshootonce

This is a classic, still playing this in 2023. Timeless

@ishafromthe978

This song is so slept on ..

@badgamer1839

Noe

@adambyrom7486

Funny you say that cuz it was my alarm in HS lol

@235T1NGR4Y23

A lot of tracks on this album are slept on. New God Flow fucking slaps.

@bryantpalmer9526

Ishafromthe978 Fr

@jeffreymbelu9718

Ali Fares big FAX

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@kanye7160

This is a classic, still playing this in 2019. Timeless

@mikebanks4602

Same 2019

@getgoodkid2159

always.

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