(Hook)
Wake up in the morning G Fazos on
Contemplating bigger picture
And what’s right or wrong
Murder thoughts steady roam round 6 in the morning
Looking down to the floor
Can this dog gets a bone

Meech BOLD:
In my own spot
Paperwork stating rent due
Your wallets on the menu
Running low on utensils
Cut him up with a Ginsu
No noise when I’m creeping
Cameras on but I’m sneaking
Winter time killing szn
Down & Out for the past 8 months
I need paper
Swear my homies never putting me on
Losing patience
If I see another desk
Y’all may see another coffin
White chalk across Vicente's
Yellow tapes be screaming caution
Luke Bar$:
Wake up in the morning yeah
Doing what i gotta do
Prolly hit the avenue
Just to give my pockets due diligence
Riding in that Honda playing many men (many men)
Everytime I get out bed time tickening (wish death upon me)
I pray I can make it to the next day
Too many thoughts in my head I can't think straight (fuck)
Always feel guilty everytime I touch a penny
But n***as gotta get the bag you know? (yeah)
So damn broke that my heart turned cold (Yeah)
I ain't tryna work 9 to 5’s yeah no more (naw n***a I ain't do that )
This the life that I choose
I be up at 4 in the morning yeah
Fighting with my own yeah
Either get this money or you dying for the cost
(yeah n***a give me that)

(Hook)
Wake up in the morning G Fazos on
Contemplating bigger picture
And what’s right or wrong
Murder thoughts steady roam round 6 in the morning
Looking down to the floor
Can this dog gets a bone
Felix :
Swear them nights, hard to fight, wake up in the morning
Dont you ever step, in the these size 12 mike jordans
But they ran thru, rather drop them commas on recordings
And and, boo bruised your whole ego, walked out the door
My damn room, cooking up, imma get it I’m sure
And and dude tryna start drama from months before
Hard to fathom being enormous if if you poor
With this skintone
Dragging my bones from
Off the floor

Jiles:
I’m in that black bubble coat posted on the block
N***as need stop trusting Bitches they giving out the drops
That fetty got the zings itching something like the chicken pox
Mans went in with a fade he came out with locs
Grew up on that dipset, stack bundles and the LOX
Bitch n***a only found God once he got shot
I’m tapped in
N***as trynna tap my phone
I don’t give a fuck gotta make call from back home
Bandemic everytime i make 5 figures
Off the iPhone
I ain’t gotta sell dope to buy ya bitch
A milestone
Dial tone every time you try to reach
I’m selling like the Dow Jones
Rerock the work hit with dial soap
(Hook)
Wake up in the morning G Fazos on
Contemplating bigger picture
And what’s right or wrong
Murder thoughts steady roam round 6 in the morning
Looking down to the floor
Can this dog gets a bone