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Morning

3:01Album STILL F.L.I.N.T. (Feeling Like I'm Not Through) 2025-09-19

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Lyricist: Da'mario Donshay Horne-McCullough

Lyrics and translation

Original

I come back to the hood getting off some bullshit.

I'm a million dollar nigga with a full clip. I manifested this in a bullpen.

I crank that in a bitch pussy, you with it! This nigga said he had some activists, he bullshitting.

Two thirties and a K, I dropped a full sixty.

I'm trying to count Emma cash, I need somebody to do it with me. Man, I need help. I'm in a Trackhawk with no seatbelt.

I lit this bitch fire 'til the heat melt.

I seen a nigga rat and he ain't even do a week in jail. Forty-eight hundred for a bow, how the weed smell?

These niggas spraying terps on some lows. I just went to church with some bows.

I'm a dope fiend, I still find Percs in the hole. I seen a nigga put in work at a low.

I can get a nigga crack for a chirp or some blow.

We was in a Lamb truck with a K with us. I told her bring three friends, I got Jay with me, and Lil Tay with me.

Scram scraper, nigga, I came home and made eight fifty, in two days. I'm a wholesaler.

I can sell a hundred bows in two plays.

Hit him in his head with the nick, he got a new fade. Cut his top with the chop, but I don't do fades.

I twist a nigga's shit like I do braids. Cut a nigga pint with grape Kool-Aid.

Knock that shit off his head like a toupee.

'Fore I turned the coke to the hard, it looked like toothpaste. Did a show in Russia for a hundred racks, USD.

Told bro to keep a knife on him and a USP. You better have your shit in order, you shoot at me.

They treat me like the president, you can't do shit to me. We came back to the city in a

BP. I just spent four hundred racks on two V's. I'm off a Perc Thirty, I don't do

E's. You would probably think I'm hungry how I chew beats. I love shit talking.

I got a thousand blues on me, so I'm Crip walking. I ain't a Crip though, I ain't a

Blood neither. I ain't coming to throw paper, I'm in the club eating.

They got good chicken. T- uh, alright. Told- I told promoters I ain't coming unless they. . .

Told promoters I ain't coming, mmhm.

Told promoters I ain't coming in the club unless Jay book with me. You gotta double book us.

Had to buy the mug, my whole fed bid, I wasn't jumping up there.

Some niggas pissed me off up in Flint, I'm coming up there.

Last time I had a show in Empire, some got slumped in there.

He pissed off, he can't get close, so he punched the air.

Your bitch said she finna leave, I don't fucking care. There was a snake in the grass and I wasn't aware.

My little brother sitting in the jail for what my cousin said.

Got a pint of Hi-Tech, I call him Uncle Red. Never making love with a slut, I don't fuck in beds, bitch.

I just bought a Maybach, what you fucking hear?

You hit it with a blue light, so much nothing here.

Five years for a legal pipe, it wasn't fucking fair, but I had to do my time if I did the crime. My young nigga a real thug, bitch, I'm with a slime.

He'll wipe his own brother nose. How much Rio want for a show?

I don't fucking know, you gotta ask Will. How much I want for a video? You gotta ask Phil.

Why the fuck they lie to us and say crack kills?

Uncle seventy-five years old, he smoke crack still. Did this shit independent, I ain't have a deal.

We had the best sex, she took half the pill. It's already one up top and got a rack still.

Nigga, you don't know how them cold mats feel. It was ten years ago, he got smacked still!

English translation

I come back to the hood getting off some bullshit.

I'm a million dollar nigga with a full clip. I manifested this in a bullpen.

I crank that in a bitch pussy, you with it! This nigga said he had some activists, he bullshitting.

Two thirties and a K, I dropped a full sixty.

I'm trying to count Emma cash, I need somebody to do it with me. Man, I need help. I'm in a Trackhawk with no seatbelt.

I lit this bitch fire 'til the heat melt.

I seen a nigga rat and he ain't even do a week in jail. Forty-eight hundred for a bow, how the weed smell?

These niggas spraying terps on some lows. I just went to church with some bows.

I'm a dope fiend, I still find Percs in the hole. I seen a nigga put in work at a low.

I can get a nigga crack for a chirp or some blow.

We was in a Lamb truck with a K with us. I told her bring three friends, I got Jay with me, and Lil Tay with me.

Scram scraper, nigga, I came home and made eight fifty, in two days. I'm a wholesaler.

I can sell a hundred bows in two plays.

Hit him in his head with the nick, he got a new fade. Cut his top with the chop, but I don't do fades.

I twist a nigga's shit like I do braids. Cut a nigga pint with grape Kool-Aid.

Knock that shit off his head like a toupee.

'Fore I turned the coke to the hard, it looked like toothpaste. Did a show in Russia for a hundred racks, USD.

Told bro to keep a knife on him and a USP. You better have your shit in order, you shoot at me.

They treat me like the president, you can't do shit to me. We came back to the city in a

BP. I just spent four hundred racks on two V's. I'm off a Perc Thirty, I don't do

E's. You would probably think I'm hungry how I chew beats. I love shit talking.

I got a thousand blues on me, so I'm Crip walking. I ain't a Crip though, I ain't a

Blood neither. I ain't coming to throw paper, I'm in the club eating.

They got good chicken. T- uh, alright. Told- I told promoters I ain't coming unless they. . .

Told promoters I ain't coming, mmhm.

Told promoters I ain't coming in the club unless Jay book with me. You gotta double book us.

Had to buy the mug, my whole fed bid, I wasn't jumping up there.

Some niggas pissed me off up in Flint, I'm coming up there.

Last time I had a show in Empire, some got slumped in there.

He pissed off, he can't get close, so he punched the air.

Your bitch said she finna leave, I don't fucking care. There was a snake in the grass and I wasn't aware.

My little brother sitting in the jail for what my cousin said.

Got a pint of Hi-Tech, I call him Uncle Red. Never making love with a slut, I don't fuck in beds, bitch.

I just bought a Maybach, what you fucking hear?

You hit it with a blue light, so much nothing here.

Five years for a legal pipe, it wasn't fucking fair, but I had to do my time if I did the crime. My young nigga a real thug, bitch, I'm with a slime.

He'll wipe his own brother nose. How much Rio want for a show?

I don't fucking know, you gotta ask Will. How much I want for a video? You gotta ask Phil.

Why the fuck they lie to us and say crack kills?

Uncle seventy-five years old, he smoke crack still. Did this shit independent, I ain't have a deal.

We had the best sex, she took half the pill. It's already one up top and got a rack still.

Nigga, you don't know how them cold mats feel. It was ten years ago, he got smacked still!

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