Letra de The Morning (Raekwon, Pusha T, Common, 2 Chainz, Cyhi the Prynce, Kid Cudi and D'banj) - Kanye West

(Intro)
Stutterin�
Givin�em rest and makin� love again
In my best I be the run again
And I have the man dem stutterin�

(Hook)
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

(Verse 1: Raekwon)
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?

(Hook)

(Verse 2: Common)
I was born by a late 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

(Verse 3: Pusha T)
Some claim God body, blame Illuminati
All cause his pockets now knotty as his hair
Yeah
All Sonny no Cher, only solitaires
You clusterfu*ks could cluster up
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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

(Hook)

(Verse 4: 2 Chainz)
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

(Verse 5: CyHi da Prynce)
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?
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

(Break: D�banj (Kanye West, Kid Cudi))
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)

(Outro: Kanye West)
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