WELL SPOKEN lyrics

by

DUCKWRTH


[Chorus:]
Good Morning (yeah)
I am black (yeah)
Aren't you that Well Spoken (yeah, yeah)
n*gga Type (yeah), n*gga Type, n*gga Type
I guess you're right

Good Morning (yeah)
I am black (yeah)
Aren't you that Well Spoken (yeah, yeah)
n*gga Type (yeah), n*gga Type, n*gga Type
I guess you're right

[Verse 2:]
I flip birds when they speak absurd
Like stereotypes, get your stereos heard
And If I play this stereotyper
I get a million dollars that I can splurge
A million hoes, with a million curves
And pull up so clean when I hit that curve
All I gotta do is sell my soul to the devil
And dig my grave with my own damn shovel
R.I.P n*gga
How much can you be n*gga
Well someone told me that I am a god
That's infinite power not ignorant loss
So next time you see me and call me a dog
Turn that b*tch around and you can call me a god
Lowercase g (og)
Respect to the triple OG that created me
Thug life n*gga till' they cremated me
And spread my ashes on the atlantic sea
And that'll be the day that I get to the homeland
Until then I'll push a pack like a dope man
Crack music that black music
That black Cadillac
Two sacs two hits
That gets you so high right before I tell you
That ain't really dope that's natural sh*t
[Chorus:]
Good Morning (yeah)
I am black (yeah)
Aren't you that Well Spoken (yeah, yeah)
n*gga Type (yeah), n*gga Type, n*gga Type
I guess you're right

Good Morning (yeah)
I am black (yeah)
Aren't you that Well Spoken (yeah, yeah)
n*gga Type (yeah), n*gga Type, n*gga Type
I guess you're right

[Verse 2:]
To Tell you the truth (what)
I feel anxious in the booth (Why)
Cause I gotta come up with a verse (That's what)
That spits way harder than the first
And of course, I'm a n*gga
So Imma just talk about how my guns just burst
And don't forget I'm a well-spoken n*gga
Jet black suit, in a jet black hearse
Black van [?] and I got that thirst
Apply for a thot and I hope she squirts
Suck all her blood and all her life force
And leave that b*tch six feet in the dirt
Kinda sound like world star hip hop
Trynna make a hail and made a damn pit stop
Mitch caught a body about a week ago
Heard he couldn't buy a body bag so instead
He used a Ziploc, Now that's a hot n*gga
Put a napalm on the block n*gga
Set the destination to 2000 Ave
Then turn the whole hood to Vietnam n*gga
And when the bombs went up (went up)
And the tenants went down (went down)
I built a brand new pyramid
And replaced your chain with a crown
[Bridge:]
Good Morning
I am black (black)
Aren't you that (yeah)
Melanin (god damn)
Royal type (yeah), royal type (type)
b*tch, you guessed it
You were right (your right)

Good Morning (yeah)
I am black (black)
Aren't you that (yeah)
Melanin (god damn)
Royal type (type), royal type (yeah)
b*tch, you guessed it (b*tch)
You were right (you right)

[Outro:]
I'm a god, I'm a n*gga
I'm a king or something between
Don't ya figure
Don't ya tell me what I can't be
Don't ya tell me what I can't be
Don't ya tell me what I can't be
Don't ya tell me what I can't be
I'm a god, I'm a n*gga
I'm a king or something between
Pull the triggers
Don't ya tell me what I can't be
Don't ya tell me what I can't be
Don't ya tell me what I can't be
Don't ya tell me what I can't be
(be, be, be, be, be, be, be, be, be
Be, be, be, be, be, be, be, be)

Don't ya tell me what I can't be
(be, be, be, be, be, be, be, be, be
Be, be, be, be, be, be, be, be)
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