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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Black Thought
Vocals
Pusha T
Vocals
Swizz Beatz
Programming
Killer Mike
Vocals
LV
Programming
Sal Dali
Programming
Deleno Matthews
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tariq Trotter
Songwriter
Deleno Matthews
Composer
Levar Coppin
Composer
Kasseem Dean
Composer
Terrence Thornton
Composer
Saliou Diagne
Composer
Michael Render
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
LV
Producer
Sal Dali
Producer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Deleno Matthews
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Good Morning
Good Morning
Good Morning
(Grind easy, bitches)
[Verse 2]
Good Morning
Good Morning
Good Morning
[Verse 3]
I'm from the home of the ghostses
Water plugs and wokeness
Water bugs and roaches
Drugs and overdoses
How you approach this
Philly is where the dope is
My uncles Reds and Willie are still the Goldsmiths
Hold shit steady
We're close-knit and deadly as a heart attack
Trust me, the pitbulls is petty
Already infamous, limitless
Getty images, foul temperament
You start shit? We're ending it
It's mad last wishes, gas-mask kisses
The thin line between savants and savages
Your life could depend on the laws of averages
The difference between black and white is mad privilege
For Lucifer, son of the morning
Who swore we'd ignored every one of them warnings
But try to run for cover under one of them awnings
'Cause here the storm come
Tell the Lord time for his encore performance
[Verse 4]
Good Morning
Good Morning
Good Morning
Good Morning
Hey hey hey, on the wake up
Dreaming every day of trying to get my cake up
[Verse 5]
I got four million in homes, three hours apart
Drug-dealer taste, I think I glow in the dark
I only do features to keep hitting my mark
And show you motherfuckers you ain't good as you thought
Let's go
Panamera shoppin' in a pandemic
The work got grill lines when the pan sear it
Give you the whole clip to let your mans hear it
Them pallbearer next to them so they can all fear it
Ulterior motives with the modus
Bulletproof package like I'm POTUS
I'm just cashin' in on what they owe us
They say the comin' winter is the coldest
Celine fur hanging off the shoulder
What's worse? The gift or the curse?
The only way to celebrate a death is with a birth
That Maybach sink can be converted to a hearse
I mean every word while you think it's just a verse
I'm gone
[Verse 6]
Good Morning
Good Morning
Good Morning
[Verse 7]
Hold on
Just as the soon rise, the night dies
You was building pyramids and African empires
While pale skin savages with straight hair and light eyes
Were still eating raw meat and barely could light fires
Before we ever sold cocaine, we civilized Spain
You were not the first Black man in the Mediterrain
But you lying to impress, you is just insane
Now look at you with that disdain of an old shit stain
How you product of a God and you worship a man?
I was God in the flesh before I drove a Mulsanne
Five keys of gold sitting on my neck in a flame
Surrounded by Black women, West African King
And I'm gonna go to Ghana to reclaim my name
While these chump rappers rap about the shit they cop
Man, I cop my block and this shit don't stop
I'm the official unofficial Mayor of my city
Learned my lesson from the crack trappin' school of high thoughts
Pushed the D like Pusha T and kept my mind Black Thought
Michael Render is the ender
What the fuck you thought?
Michael Render, he the ender
What the fuck you thought?
God
Written by: Deleno Matthews, Kasseem Dean, Levar Coppin, Michael Render, Saliou Diagne, Tariq Trotter, Terrence Thornton