Morning Raps Lyrics

And let's go

And let's go

Ye-Ye-Ye-Yeah

Hey hey hey

Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye-Yeah

Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye-Yeah

Well alright

Waking up my eyes is crusty

Father the God above me do you see me do you love me?

Cast a demon from me

Praises be to energies that keep me getting money

He or she who keeps me breathing please just keep it coming

Calamari dipped in marinara wit my honey

Ordered extra bread to go

Order extra head who knows?

Thank you for that blessing say my grace in my own way

And I don't have that much to say

Rest in peace to all the greats

Spent my young days praying

As I age I'm only raising

Hell upon this earth so I can make some real changes

The here and now is sacred

I'ma do this till I'm ancient

My flows is fine art like some painted angels naked

Have I spoken to the people?

Have I opened some hearts?

Am I shining a light or am I lost in the dark?

Am I gifted and talented?

Have I created art?

If not I'm back to the lab

Take me right back to the start

In the everyday struggle where it's not lovely or glamorous

But we make it look pretty because my people are fabulous

We turn water to wine that's how we deal with our challenges

I don't deal with tough love Not trying to do what my parents did

I don't say that to diss or even come off embarrassing

Trying to find a new meaning not trying to come off disparaging

And I'm really not sure what Latinx or Hispanic is

Puerto Rican as fuck You should hear how bad my Spanish is

I'm disappointed in myself and I'm disgusted with their wealth

I bear the weight of all the stress and I'm worried about my health

I know I should keep it down Keep my dreams up on the shelf

But I know that I'm the realest until I teach someone else

And let's go

Hey hey

Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye-Yeah

Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye-Yeah

Well alright hey

Won't you bust some shots if you love hip-hop

And groove if you love somethin' smooth You know what I'm talkin' bout?

Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye-Yeah

Well alright

It's morning raps for your silly ass

Look at my stash smokin' on grass

Just to cope work is whoopin' my ass

I need some cash spittin' facts

Just so I can relax give me a chance

My flows will have you all in a trance

I make you dance make you think

Make the moment enhance bring you romance

I bring you everything the good and the bad

Just do the math add it up and let me get my advance

I give you spiritual knowledge mixed with radio trash

Yeah I'm the man that's my stance

From the very first glance and I got hands

And if you play me I'ma pull up my pants

And if you sleep on me you takin' a nap

That's on the fam this the jam

Never part of the plan that's how I am

Morning raps from the church to the trap

I put these streets on the map I never cap

This is how I give back

From New York City Baltimore and then back

That's on the branch workin' class

And I do it with class and extra flash

Let's go

Hey

Hey

Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye-Yeah

Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye-Ye-Yeah

And I'm out

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