| Good morning, good morning |
| Tears from the sky are pouring |
| The city isn’t mourning |
| The boys are out here touring |
| Last night was a rager |
| Inside my echo chamber |
| Fell in love with a stranger |
| My money ain’t on paper |
| All I ever wanted was to buy my mom a crib |
| Tell my aunties they don’t got to worry 'bout their kids |
| All I ever wanted was to make my daddy proud |
| Oh, thank God in Heaven 'cause that’s where he’s watching now |
| Cover the door, no knock and no warrant |
| You got a picket sign, and they got a court |
| You got a trap, they got a fort, mm |
| Hope you got money, baby, 'cause you fight for your life and it’s sport, ayy |
| Look at my wrist, mm, plain as a bitch |
| Look at my bitch, that my motherfucker don’t miss |
| Step out in public, she give you fit after fit after fit |
| 12, they be cool in the Bay, they kill you soon as you rich though |
| RIP shirts in the parking lot tonight |
| Now I got angels watching over me |
| I got some angels watching over me |
| And they say they want peace 'til they come from the other side, yeah |
| Now I got angels watching over me |
| I got some angels watching over me, yeah |
| All I ever wanted was to buy my mom a crib |
| Tell my aunties they don’t got to worry 'bout their kids |
| All I ever wanted was to make my daddy proud |
| Oh, thank God in Heaven 'cause that’s where he’s watching now |