Get Up In The Morning

Lyrics

[Skit] "Yo, what up?" "Chiddy Bang, how you doin'?" "Chillin', man, chillin', sleepin' all day" "Wake up man, we got some shit to do, I got a meeting set up here in New York, so, gotta get on that bus, get up here" "Alright, I'm comin', I'm comin' right now" "You good?" "Yeah, I got it" "Aight man, I'll see you in a little bit" "Aight homie" [Verse 1] Get up in the morning like, don't you feel the power? Stand up and stretch together and by the hour I devour a beat, now the rap game ours Fresh and so clean, be making raps in the shower Yeah, then I hit the boy Xaphoon He tell me, "Pro, you don't know I'm making mad tunes?" And they wonder why we modest I assume I remember we recorded in a closet for our room Now I'm grinding, oh yeah, this is perfect timing We machine, not hype, they figure we may be climbing But like a punishment, gotta be grounded I get up in New York, my parents are so astounded Get up in the morning, and then I hit up Aunt Anything you can accomplish, man, she'll never say, "can't" And I got the drive, my 9-5 They kill your dreams, but you gotta keep the grind alive [Chorus] Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir So that every mouth can be fed Poor me, the Israelite Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir So that every mouth can be fed Poor me, the Israelite [Verse 2] Hey yo, I get up, after that I get it all lit up Feel I got next, might as well be playing pickup When I get up in the morning, see my shorty might be calling The Man on the Moon, got a buzz like Aldrin Trust me, these records so connected like the cable is Check it, the record, keep it epic like the label is They heard the beat in Germany, what can you do? And when I'm getting up, that's night time for you Right, I'm the glue, that mean I got that really sticky Now we be bringing quarters back, I got that really Vicky She thinks she really with me, but she ain't really with me Ryan Howard with sour, I got the Phillies with me Never abandon him, old war tactics, bring a cannon in Rap is at a standstill, mannequin Cool on the floor, born a persona If that is the case, trust me, I'm preferably store owner, when I get up [Chorus] Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir So that every mouth can be fed Poor me, the Israelite Get up in the morning, slaving for bread, sir So that every mouth can be fed Poor me, the Israelite