Early Mornin' Fog

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Wakin' up half baked like the oven on 
Gelato by the bowl 
Grab the keys to the 4 
Ina all black fit finna hit the road
I got a call from the locs let's go

KR never sleep COM$IN in your dreams
Talkin' shit and sending spit up in the OP direction
Yeah baby, We lit 
No further question
Came back with a quest just to send your head in 
Oops, I hit your leg buckshot from the Remming-
Ton with a grin 
Ten hoes for a flick 
Ask where I been and your nose kiss a grip
Now you grabbin' on your face, room spin, getta grip 

Hoe I smoke gelato for breakfast
My niggas sniffin' nasal coats right up next to me
Yeah you catch a 187 leave you restin' 
See the world that I see, very soon most definitely 
Evidentially 
The symmetry of riders and these haters sending death to me is flippin' exponentially 
So for every nigga saying that I couldn't this slapper is your rest in peace
Yeah this slapper is your rest is peace

I'm breathin' smoke more than I breathe fresh air
I'm a fresh prince but this is Bako not Bel Air
Early morning fog wakin' the neighbors I don't care
Bitch I been on quarantine cookin' hits 'till I'm a millionaire

I'm breathin' smoke more than I breathe fresh air
I'm a fresh prince but this is Bako not Bel Air
Early morning fog wakin' the neighbors I don't care
Bitch I been on quarantine cookin' hits 'till I'm a millionaire

I'm breathin' smoke more than I breathe fresh air
I'm a fresh prince but this is Bako not Bel Air
Early morning fog wakin' the neighbors I don't care
Bitch I been on quarantine cookin' hits 'till I'm a millionaire

As the light fades 
And the sun dissipates past the mountains 
Now the stars in my face, gotta stop countin' gwap when the sun ain't up
I keep the bag off the floor, no more testin' my luck
I see 7s, see 3s, all my Cs plural 
C$ ENT an ugly thing like earl
We the best in town and that phrase controversial
Vs the world 
Rockstar like Virgil
Pilgrim Dante, on the verge of unearthin' unearthly flows and verses
So I'ma do this 'till my grave is golden
A little bit of vanity, the man slaved the cards that they handed him
Evil cretin from the south side spittin' 'till my tounge swollen
Possessed by the ghost of the west coast when I wrote it
Bitch I move like waves hoe 
Flowin'
So I'ma do this 'till my grave is golden

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