The Morning Chords by Raekwon  &  Pusha T  &  Common  &  2 Chainz  &  Cyhi The Prynce  &  Kid Cudi  &  D'Banj

[Chorus]
Em         Em7             Bm                   
Stutterin' givin' 'em rest and makin' love again
           Bm                
In my best I be the run again
                   Em            
And I have the man dem stutterin'
                          G          
I'm getting this nigga in the morning
D                                                   D
■ He gon' think he been chiefin' just too long when ■
Em                      
He see me in the evenin'
D                              
Want to catch all these feelin'
                   Bm7          C   
Well let me be the first to get mine


[Verse]
         F                                           
Ay yo ay yo barbeque and blow in the back of the crib
F                                                       
Sittin' and countin' smoking a spliff this shit's a gift
F                             
All my niggas watches is rough
                      F              
Grabbing our crotches yelling What up
F                               
The jeans cost five hundred fuck
Fm                                                
Stop it keep baking see the smell it's a statement
    Fm                                              
One freeze of this shit you won't feel your legs kid
                               F                      
I'm a gangsta corporate hustla my voice is illustrious
F                                                   
Hounded by vicious dons nigga we armed trust me bruh
     F                                         
They yellin' Chef kill the plate with the cooks
      F                                          
I say 'Ye with two Chainz on we Common let's Push
                       Fm                      
Burn another bush then burn another we brothers
Fm                                              
Love us or not the Mark Zuckerbergs of the block
Fm                                               
Hug a knot staying rich we was built for the guap
Fm                                              
Park the green six deuce on the deuce just props
Fm                                           
Rock a kilt mean Glock I'm all machinery 'ock
F                                        Am
Cling to me now see how the scenery rock yo


[Chorus]
                              G      
I'm getting this nigga in the morning
D                                                
He gon' think he been chiefin' just too long when
D Em                      
■ He see me in the evenin'
D                              
Want to catch all these feelin'
                                C      
Well let me be the first to get mine oh


[Verse]
  F                                            
I was born by a lake chicken shack and a church
          F                                           
That mean the flow got wings and it come from the dirt
F                                    
Golly I know she wanna test the 'Rari
    F                          
Eye on a dollar like Illuminati
Fm                                                
Life is foggy tryin' to see through the mist of it
Fm                                               
Could have been livin' it you was Mrs Mischievous
Fm                                              
This is just a letter to better your development
          Fm      
Situation delicate
           Fm                       
Some claim God body blame Illuminati
                                              Fm  
All 'cause his pockets now knotty as his hair yeah
                       Fm        
All Sonny no Cher only solitaires
    Fm                            
You cluster fucks could cluster up
   Fm                                     
On tippytoe and still not muster up so its
       Fm                         
In God we trust the game is all us
                                       Fmaj7
Til' the sky calls or its flames on us Push'


[Chorus]
    Am7                   G          
I'm getting this nigga in the morning
D                                                
He gon' think he been chiefin' just too long when
D Em                      
■ He see me in the evenin'
D                              
Want to catch all these feelin'
                                C   
Well let me be the first to get mine


[Verse]
           F                                                   
Two Chainz I'm chillin' in my camo flippin' through the channel
                                  F    
On my GOOD Music shit my logo's a Lambo
              F   
Four doors of ammo
               F                                                 
Ammunition I'm pitchin' to make your body switch another position
  F                           
I hope the people is listening
                   F                                              
I could never sell my soul I gave it back to God at my christening
    F                                              
Its tickelin' when I hear what haters be whisperin'
                                   Fm                               
What makes you think an Illuminati would ever let some niggas in Huh
                 Fm                                                               
Fake friends and siblings like to wish you well but ain't never flip the nickel in
Fm                                                             
Haters wanna pull they pistol when they see me in this race car
                                   Fm
But you can't spell war without an AR
                               Fm   
Fifteen I was pushing carts at KMart
                                       Fm       
By twentyone they said I'd be inside a graveyard
           Fm                                
Can't wait to get that black American Express
                                                           C7  
So I can show them white folks how to really pull the race card


[Chorus]
C7                                                  
Yeah you feelin' on top now getting that money nigga
                        C7                          
Yeah you feelin' on top now getting that money nigga
                                    C7              
Yeah you feelin' on top now getting that money nigga


[Verse]
        C7                                
I treat the label like money from my shows
C7                                            
Good would've been God except I added more O's
   C7                                                          
If I knew she was cheatin' I'd still've bought her more clothes
C7                                             
'cause I was too busy with my Baltimoreyou know
C7                                           
Some people call that the art of war you know
                            Fm                     
I guess it depends what you fallin' for the clothes
Fm                              
Cars money girls and the clothes
   Fm                      
Aw money you sold your soul
Fm                             
Nah man mad people was frontin'
Fm                                     
God damn we made something from nothing


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