ROADRUNNER + $NOT

[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
He gonna rise and fly, sugar
He gonna rise and fly, well-a
Well the eagle on the dollar-quarter
He gonna rise and fly, well-a...

[Chorus]
Okay, it's early in the morning, just the crack of dawn, now
Me and my partners, we breakin' booze in the foreign (Uh)
Wildin' on niggas, we breakin' bones in the paint (Yeah)
Umbilical cords, we cut these niggas off, wait (Yuh)
Fuckin' your bitch, fuckin' that bitch, no fame (Yuh)
She suckin' my dick so good, she leave me with no brain (Uh-uh)
Comin' up in that bitch's throat with precise aim (Right)
Fuck these fuckboys and fuck these bitches, they be lame

[Post-Chorus]
Roadrunnin' the road, like rollin' drama with hoes (Yuh)
Rock up on my shit and see it equipped with a thermal scope (Phew)
Bullets they bald, bullets they bald like Amber Rose (Huh)
Brodies fuck up and these bitches leave me alone (Uh)