Early Mornin lyrics

[Verse 1]
They talking about skill, let me drop it on the head
They talking about pills, let me pop em till im dead
I'm the curse of the sh*t that means words that i writ, now take you back in time to my earliest sh*t
When i drop my mixtape yeah they try to ignore
When they cop the sh*t it's great now they try to applause
I ain't here for you to di*k ride, cos I spit the sick rhymes
See my in my clique light up getting rich
I won't stop till I'm claiming it all
I've be warned its gonna hurt, will I remain in this form?
Stand in the depths not a chance of it yet not yet man or ever imma dance till the death
I'm the man with the sh*t but im loosing my brain
10 years strong only the truest remain
Oh you need a couple facts? Check the charts when my sh*t drops!
I'm doing this for us, thats a trust - f*ck HIP-HOP!

[Hook] x2
Cos I'm up till the early morning
Writing these rhymes same day I record them
Need a brake that's what they keep telling me
Still the same Kers looking for a felony

[Verse 2]
You say I changed like way to much
I haven't changed once so wait you c*nt
I mean I got a lot fresher when I got a f*cking cash flow
That's no joke, blow smoke watch the ash, though
This is my whip yeah I bought it out-right
They used to say I was broke yeah now try!
Mother f*cker I can hustle my sh*t
Snowy mountains if I c*m on your tits
Let me get into the sh*t no-one do it like me
That's why you so damn attached it's the truth when I speak
An you watch me rise up, climb up and ride up
Thanking my fans every track I'm your life brah
Cos I'm here I ain't ever going no where
But if they get me killing me back man you better swear
I ain't scared I'm prepared for the future
So many haters, lets see if they shoot brah
[Hook] x2
Cos I'm up till the early morning
Writing these rhymes same day I record them
Need a brake that's what they keep telling me
Still the same Kers looking for a felony

[Verse 3]
We ain't ever gonna leave, we ain't leaving
This is spare time crush your chest you breathing
I ain't wanna hear all the sh*t they talk 'bout
Room full of rappers? Then f*ck it man I'm walking out
I ain't wanna hear about your next CD
Unless I'm riding with you, otherwise leave me
I'm in my own zone standing on the top of sh*t
Once a month for 4 years I've been dropping hits
That includes albums every year too
f*ck a hater I can see sh*t with a clear view
An they told me chill why you always angry man
Cos you hated now you back here as a f*cking fan
What am I meant to do welcome you back
You doubted at first I should belt you for that
Only joking man a fan is a f*cking fan
Support me I got you I'm the f*cking man (im the f*cking man x4)

[Hook] x4
Cos I'm up till the early morning
Writing these rhymes same day I record them
Need a brake that's what they keep telling me
Still the same Kers looking for a felony