SUNDAY MORNING

Morning meditation, that's the shit I gotta do uh

French press goin', I been stirrin' up the brew uh

Crystals on the altar like I'm swervin' on a broom uh

Numbers better keep up, ain't you heard I'm on the move uh

I'm a different breed, I'm like that diamond in the rough

I've been quieting the mind like I've been tryna find a hush

I don't mean to talk about it, but I'm kinda in a fuss

I've been silencing enough, I've been grinding its a must

Drowning in the pain, I've been grinding dawn to dusk

I've been scroungin' for some change, I've been starving for some luck

I've been climbing out the drain like I got it out the mud

Now they tryna get a cut, oh you tryna get a cut