Huey King - Still the Morning

Just made ten it's still the morning
You just a lame I been important
Look at my clothes they get sent imported
Rich or die trying ten cents above forty
If I already hit I ain't missing you shorty
Walk out my spot and they instantly recording
You more like pippin lil nigga I'm jordan
Had to dismiss her even though she gorgeous
I be everywhere hustling until the sun down
The chariots gone carry us right to the promise land
You on the sideline I been scoring touchdowns
The industry a joke I got the game in my hands
All my old peers like damn he the man
At first I dropped out everybody like damn
If you heard my story then you'd probably be sad
But it was God's plan now we playing with the M's
They don't want to play so they faking the injuries
She volunteer the neck in a sec but not Tennessee
Get it nigga like SEC quick to kick her out got Lionel Messi feet
Put some some respect on my name when you mention me
I'm getting paid off the trades I be entering
Free all my niggas caught breaking and entering
Line yo ass up like we made an assembly
Don't need no flash when you taking the picture
Diamonds be dancing whole face still get lit up
Niggas mosquitos my flow getting bit up
They loving my steelo they know I'm official
Brand new Glock I just loaded the missiles
If I ain't blew yet I'ma blow in a minute
Signed to nobody fasho independent
Life on the line had to go with the risk
What's up with all the controversy
Please watch yo chick cuz her eyes be lurking
If that boy playing both sides he a burger
I done came far watch I'm finna go further
Feel like Lavar all I know is to ball
I can just snap the whole time if I want
Step in the booth and I just get to going
This really regular I ain't even flaunting
I don't say slime but we had them nicks at night
Just was getting by wasn't living right
Switched it up ended up in a different light
Now they act like whole time we was really tight
Can't compare me cuz I'm not just anybody
And I will fast but not Ricky Bobby
Big drip on me it's a real tsunami
Hit stick a nigga if he try me
Just made ten it's still the morning
You just a lame I been important
Look at my clothes they get sent imported
Rich or die trying ten cents above forty
If I already hit I ain't missing you shorty
Walk out my spot and they instantly recording
You more like pippin lil nigga I'm jordan
Had to dismiss her even though she gorgeous
I be everywhere hustling until the sun down
The chariots gone carry us right to the promise land
You on the sideline I been scoring touchdowns
The industry a joke I got game in my hands
All my old peers like damn he the man
At first I dropped out everybody like damn
If you heard my story then you'd probably be sad
But it was God's plan now we playing with the M's

Written by:
Houston King

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