Artist: Othorized F.A.M. Album: Hot Like Sahara Sand Song: Good Morning Typed by: Cno Evil [Chorus: Lounge Lo] We rolling dice in the early morning, niggas getting money Cops coming, put the blunts out, ain't nothing funny Some niggas jet, some niggas stay, some niggas get locked And some niggas walk away Yo, it's O.T.F., baby, hit us with your best shot Who we be? Who we be? O.T.F. Yo, it's O.T.F., baby, hit us with your best shot [Shawn Wigs] Son, I smoke in the cut, skama broke up in the Dutch That's why I never talk too much Actions speak, techniques spin, Wu with the legion Learn from the teaching, I'mma build with the speaking Gat never leaking, ratchet up, mash it up Space in the diamonds, I'mma patch it up Bumper to bumper, Shortre 1.4.0. with the thunder And fiend for the beat productions, take me under Shake it up, shake it up [Crunch Lo] I got sucked back into the streets for sacrifice My game stay fresh like dope on rice Up in the freezer, fell in love with big heaters Splash 'em with a gem or use my dick beaters One to ten, God-God, where the lives is hard Where the niggas die now and it don't seem odd So sad, niggas broke they acts, and swallowed loose cracks And the drugs react, it's like that Up in the ghetto, still got nuts that I ain't let go So niggas know ahead of they time, that they wet though Spread metal like Olympics, flows invented Hardcore shit, it's the O.T.F. vintage Music for the hyper, active ass lifer Thugged out niggas in cells who don't tell From the elevator staff to the staircase cast To the bitches with the big ass and jewels like niggas [Chorus] [Molly-Q] The Grinch in the ghetto, Molly-Q Warbucks Stick banana clips in your top lip and shut up The streets is like clash of titans, gun fighting Thrill of me and beating you, is in my writing I copied the next thought, extort every airport Running with, three of my genes and fought every law And beat it, I'm undefeated, most wanted Last seen with Lounge and smoking out marijuana Four darters, one family, one Donna Pillage O.T.F., everybody's godfather [Lounge Lo] We never fucking with the sucker ass, I play this rap life Like alcohol tabs, fuck around, I'm in yo ass Fucking with my top dollar, scholars are born Collars are torn, and being burnt forth with gun powder Hour wages, baby blue, powdered pagers I been hitting stages through the dark ages, maximum high I leave you slumped in the back of your ride Laugh at ya guy, and watch you die from out the park blazer Killah Hill, you heard Inspect' up on that R.E.C. shit Lounge in the barracks, on some next shit Watch me fast, come and go, run with no dough You rather chill, rather be killed or Lounge with Lo Cuz it's the high pro' globe nigga, rob the dough nigga I take ice and make it look nice on low nigga O.T.F., yo it's all in me, I got the call in me Tell ooh, to tell, I said it's all in me No doubt, I got skills to ball with me Park Hill Projects, the dirty halls in me [Chorus 2X]