DUCKWRTH – WELL SPOKEN lyrics

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

Good Morning (yeah)
I am black (yeah)
Aren't you that Well Spoken (yeah, yeah)
Nigga Type (yeah), Nigga Type, Nigga 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 Nigga
How much can you be Nigga
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 bitch around and you can call me a god
Lowercase g (og)
Respect to the triple OG that created me
Thug life nigga 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 shit

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

Good Morning (yeah)
I am black (yeah)
Aren't you that Well Spoken (yeah, yeah)
Nigga Type (yeah), Nigga Type, Nigga 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 nigga
So Imma just talk about how my guns just burst
And don't forget I'm a well-spoken nigga
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 bitch 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 nigga
Put a napalm on the block nigga
Set the destination to 2000 Ave
Then turn the whole hood to Vietnam nigga
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)
Bitch, 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)
Bitch, you guessed it (bitch)
You were right (you right)

[Outro:]
I'm a god, I'm a nigga
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 nigga
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)