

Streets calling early light creeping through blinds Mind racing heavy with the
weight of the grind Clips loaded ready for whatever comes next No
hesitation when the pressure starts to flex (uh)
Wake up in the morning I got murder on my mind
AK-47 MAC-11 Glocks and 9 (yeah)
Windows tinted moving through the early haze
Every corner watching for the next phase Ammo stacked deep
never running low
Eyes sharp focused on the path I know (huh)
Wake up in the morning I got murder on my mind
AK-47 MAC-11 Glocks and 9 (yeah)
Fade into the silence as the day begins