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conversations.value: Write me a song called The Morning with the following description: “The Morning” is track number five off of the G.O.O.D. Music compilation album Cruel Summer. Featuring recent G.O.O.D. Music signee D'Banj (a Nigerian artist), this song is his first collaboration with the G.O.O.D. Music team.
  The song casually dismisses Illuminati rumors and the concept of “selling one’s soul”.
  This song samples Kanye’s vocals from “New God Flow” and was produced by Kanye West, !llmind, Jeff Bhasker and Travis Scott.
  This song also samples Reggae artist Yellowman’s “I’m Getting Married in the Morning” Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
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conversations.value: [
  Produced by !llmind
  , co-produced by Kanye West, Travi$ Scott, and Jeff Bhasker]
  [Intro: D'banj]
  Stuttering
  Give 'em the rest and make 'em love again
  In my best, I be the runner dem
  And I have the man dem stuttering-ing
  [Chorus: Andrea Martin]
  I'm getting this nigga in the morning
  He gon' think he been chiefing, just too long when
  He see me in the evening
  Wanna catch all these feelings
  Well, let me be the first to get mine, oh
  [Verse 1: Raekwon]
  Yeah, ayy, yo, ayy, yo
  Barbeque and blow in the back of the crib
  Sitting and counting, smoking a spliff, this shit's a gift
  All my niggas' watches is rough
  Grabbin' our crotches, yellin', "What up?"
  The jeans cost five hundred? Fuck
  Stop it, keep baking, see the smell, it's a statement
  One freeze of this shit, you won't feel your legs, kid
  I'm a gangster, corporate hustler, my voice is illustrious
  Hounded by vicious dons, nigga, we armed, trust me, bruh
  They yellin', "Chef killer, play with the cooks"
  I say, "Yay", with two chains on, we common, let's push
  Burn another bush then burn another, we brothers
  Love us or not, the Mark Zuckerbergs of the block
  Hug a knot, staying rich, we was built for the guap
  Park the green six deuce on the deuce, just props
  Rock a kilt, mean Glock, I'm all machinery, 
  ock
  Cling to me, now see how the scenery rock, yo? [Chorus: Andrea Martin]
  I'm getting this nigga in the morning
  He gon' think he been chiefing, just too long when
  He see me in the evening
  Wanna catch all these feelings
  Well, let me be the first to get mine, oh
  [Verse 2: Common & 
  Andrea Martin
  ]
  I was born by a lake, chicken shack and a church
  That mean the flow got wings and it come from the dirt
  Godly, I know she wanna test the 'Rari
  Eye on a dollar like Illuminati
  Life is foggy, trying to see through the mist of it
  Could have been living it, you was Mrs. Mischievous
  This is just a letter to better your development (
  Oh
  )
  Situation delicate
  [Verse 3: Pusha T]
  Some claim God body, blame Illuminati
  All 'cause his pockets now knotty as his hair, yeah
  All Sonny, no Cher, only solitaires
  You clusterfucks could cluster up
  On tippy-toe and still not muster up
  So it's (
  Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
  )
  In God we trust,
   the game is all us
  'Til the sky calls or it's flames on us, Push [Chorus: Andrea Martin & 
  2 Chainz
  ]
  I'm getting this nigga in the morning
  He gon' think he been chiefing, just too long when
  He see me in the evening (
  Yeah
  )
  Wanna catch all these feelings (
  True
  )
  Well, let me be the first to get mine, oh (
  2 Chainz
  )
  [Verse 4: 2 Chainz]
  2 Chainz
  I'm chilling in my camo, I'm flipping through the channel (Channel)
  On my G.O.O.D. Music shit, my logo's a Lambo (Damn)
  Four doors of ammo
  Ammunition, I'm pitching
  To make your body switch another position
  [Verse 5: Cyhi the Prynce]
  Yeah
  I hope the people is listening
  I could never sell my soul, I gave it back to God at my christening
  It's tickling when I hear what haters be whispering
  What makes you think the Illuminati would ever let some niggas in?
  Huh, fake friends and siblings
  Like to wish you well but ain't never flicked a nickel in
  Haters wanna pull they pistol when they see me in this race car
  But you can't spell war without a A-R
  15, I was pushing carts at K-Mart
  By 21, they said I'd be inside a graveyard
  Can't wait to get that black American Express
  So I can show them white folks how to really pull the race card [Bridge: Kid Cudi & 
  Kanye West
  ]
  (
  Woah
  )
  Yeah, you feeling on top now?
  Getting that money, nigga?
  (You, you sold your soul)
  (Hey, hey)
  Yeah, you feeling on top now?
  (Hey, hey)
  Getting that money, nigga?
  (You sold your soul)
  (Woah)
  Yeah, you feeling on top now?
  Getting that money, nigga?
  (Hey, hey)
  Nah, man, mad people was fronting
  (Hey, hey)
  Aw, man, made something from nothing
  [Verse 6: Kanye West]
  I treat the label like money from my shows
  G.O.O.D. would have been G.O.D., except I added more O's
  If I knew she was cheating and still bought her more clothes
  It's cause I was too busy with my Baltimore, you know
  Some people call that the art of war, you know
  I guess it depends what you falling for,
   
  the clothes?
  Cars, money, girls and the clothes
  All money, you sold your soul
  Nah, man, mad people was fronting
  God damn, we made something from nothing