Wake up in the morning they be knocking at my door
Coming for my garden cuz they wanna keep me poor
But I got more more more more, I got more love
Just a troubled mind posted up in paradise
Just another brudda out here trynna get it right
Do it for the love I don't do it for the likes
Just a blurry line separating wrong from right
Wake up in the morning they be knocking at my door
Coming for my garden cuz they wanna keep me poor
But I got more more more more, I got more love
I can hear the sirens, think its time to start hiding
All this dope smoke all this hope for me
Pray I stashed it good I guess well see
All my life I been ridin'
All this mud all this blood doin dirty things
Nobody ever prayed for me
Bet I be stackin up these bills
Cuz im a man of many skills
Till I get the house up in the hills
No they aint gonna hold me
Wake up in the morning they be knocking at my door
Coming for my garden cuz they wanna keep me poor
But I got more more more more, I got more love