Bom Dia (Good Morning)

School kids cheering
Bom dia, senhora professora
Bom dia, senhora professora

Good morning ya oh
Good morning ya oh
Good morning ya oh
Good morning ya oh
Good morning

I ain’t really got time no mo’
Where I’m from we don’t drink vodka with lime, fo’ sho’
258 where the men don’t cry, oh no
We don’t grind teeth, whole squad on the grind, oh lord

Do you know where I’m coming from
258 shooting gun
Imma tell you where it all begun
I was momma, daddy only son
1st grade it was me and mom
Breakfast it was bubble gum
Momma starved so we ate lunch
Early on daddy not around
He was overseas, tryna’ overachieve
Tryna’ send txi so we get some cheese
I was thinkin’ how I’m gonna make it big
Why you ain’t outside with the kids
Fuck that, b I need the bands
I ain’t never going broke again
I ain’t never gon’ starve again
So don’t waste the little time I have, fodas!

I ain’t really got time no mo’
Where I’m from we don’t drink vodka with lime, fo’ sho’
258 where the men don’t cry, oh no
We don’t grind teeth, whole squad on the grind, oh lord

Good morning ya oh
Good morning ya oh
Good morning ya oh
Good morning ya oh
Good morning

Yea, I still remember you, Rosa
A tua mãe não partilhava cenas quando a malta bazava a escola
Agora, cresceste como cresceste
Feia que nem uma cobra oh poor kid, karma’s a bitch
And now I got cheese and when I eat cheese its parmesan, yes
Agora vês-nos nos rovers
Meto a merda na cova
Cara linda nas covers
Cenas escritas por bloggers
Pitas lindas na cola
Há diamantes em moza
(Nigga eu sou a prova)
Motherfucker take a picture before I leave here
Show me love while I’m still here
Open gates, yea, it’s bill here
God the only one I fear here
If you’re a rapper you’re a meal here, quit
Don’t need to ask me what the deal is, lit
Yea, I put the city in flames
After I’ve been through the rain and the fire
My nigga I came out the same
Couple of bruises scratches came out that bitch feeling like terminator
I want it now not later
Put some respect on my name pah

I ain’t really got time no mo’
Where I’m from we don’t drink vodka with lime, fo’ sho’
258 where the men don’t cry, oh no
We don’t grind teeth, whole squad on the grind, oh lord

Good morning ya oh
Good morning ya oh
Good morning ya oh
Good morning ya oh
Good morning