[Intro: Mississippi and Louisiana State Penitentiaries Prisoners]

Well, it's early in the mor-, in the mornin'

Baby, when I rise, Lordy mama

Well, it's early every mor--in

The mornin'

R-in a my right side, well-a

Well-a, it's-a, Lordy, Ro-Lordy-Berta

Well, it's Lord, you keep a-talkin' (Baby)

Well, it's Lord, Ro-Lordy-Rosie

Well, it's, oh Lord, Gal, well-a

[Verse 1: Mike Dimes]

Uh, uh

Now let me know who be kickin' like Mike Dimes, nigga

I was spittin' bars before I knew I could rhyme, nigga

I was Father, Lord before there was father time, nigga

I was fuckin' broads before I was in my prime, nigga

Been the shit since I lеft my daddy's nuts

We pullin' caddies up for any nigga that be actin' tough

I nеver bragged enough, a city boy, I'm always actin' up

I'm takin' all her stuff, the nails, to weed

Designer bags and such, I know I been a klutz

Flow smoother than the slave ships, pay for writin' scripts

I'm like a bible that can move your hips, the land of holy shit

I say one thing, it start apocalypse, I like to give her tip

Don't fuck with niggas 'cause they all gon' flip, I never trip

'Cause niggas never really liked me

Point at anybody, bet they all would try to fight me

Prolly 'cause I left him or his bitch was getting pipe, B

I'ma say this once, I don't want beef, not even slightly

Leave me alone, why every sentence start with "My G"?

[Verse 2: FlexOnDaTrack]

Ballin' like the latest Kobe Bryant of this rap shit

Nigga, I'm the greatest

Biggest flex to me is gettin' money on you haters

Love to make you niggas suffer, I'm a motherfuckin' sadist

Niggas talkin' shit but they ain't bringin' it to the table

Bitch, I'm tryna get this money, fuck a motherfuckin' label

I got children everywhere, I rock you niggas in the cradle

I ain't kiddin' with you niggas, I ain't motherfuckin' playful

Young nigga twenty, I'm tryna hit twenty mill'

And I'm eatin' good, I did had about twenty meals

Big body motor, see no big body wheels

This the H-Town drip, candy paint and golden grills

Bitch, I got the Tee with a little lemon squeeze

Bitch, I'm for the streets, I fuck a new bitch every week

Nigga, disrespect and you'll be drumming up a beat

Bitch, I'm on the track, that's that and family next to me

[Outro: Mississippi and Louisiana State Penitentiaries Prisoners]

Go down, go down

Fly above yonder, and amen