[Verse 1]
Always wanted to be famous, now the spotlight sits heavy on my chest
Used to wake up slow, sunlight on the windowsill—that was rest
Waking up’s the greatest blessing, that's the prayer I keep in code
Rai Kai and Kai Cenat, names on the screen but nights still cold
Clover boys for life — we wore holes in sneakers, summer store runs
I remember Auntie’s pancakes, Saturday light, before the runs
Now nights go long, sleep’s a gamble, heartbeat loud like a siren
I'm awake for tomorrow’s danger, counting blessings, counting iron
They come to take what's mine — not just fame but every check
They say “pay Tex” like a ledger, collecting debts, they want respect
But I keep my circle tight; loyalty’s the only currency I spend
Brothers riding through the static — until the very end
[Pre-Chorus]
I trade my morning for a headline, trade my quiet for applause
But when the curtains fall, the only thing I pray for is the cause
(Ad-lib: I just wanna wake up)
[Chorus - Hook]
Famous, miss my mornings
Waking up’s the blessing that I’m warning
Famous, miss my mornings
If I don’t wake, who carries my story? (Ad-lib: hold me up)
[Verse 2]
Fame's a mirror that spits back questions, polished and unforgiving
They clap for my highlights but don't know how I used to be living
I want to be the biggest rapper, the most talented artist alive
Not for clout or a cold applause — I want the craft to thrive
All those voices tryna step on me—I'll answer with a legacy
Not petty names or empty venom, I build bars that cut decency
MoMA can hang their frames, they can't hang my scars or hustle
Daddy’s bark and blunt replies—I'm sharper; I sculpt the struggle
Clover boys in the rearview, we laugh at nights we almost lost
We bought our first chain with hungry hands and lessons bought at cost
Now the label’s hungry, the police smell headlines — they test my worth
But morning’s still the ritual: breathe, give thanks for this earth
[Pre-Chorus]
Lights get loud and contracts talk, but nothing buys a sunrise
If waking up's a blessing, then that blessing beats the prize
(Ad-lib: Yeah — thank God for another day)
[Bridge]
Concrete memories: corner store coffee, cracked leather seats at dawn
A mother’s whisper by the doorway, told me keep my head strong
I carry those small mornings like a talisman to the stage
Fame can try to rewrite the map, but it can't remove that page
[Chorus - Hook]
Famous, miss my mornings
Waking up’s the blessing that I’m warning
Famous, miss my mornings
If I don’t wake, who carries my story? (Ad-lib: hold me up)
[Breakdown / Spoken-Word]
They’ll call me biggest rapper, headline, billboard and flame
But the real flex is waking up and seeing dawn without shame
Rai Kai, Kai Cenat — faces flash, I nod at what they are
Clover boys for life — we grew together from where we are
[Outro]
I still want the top, the craft, the halls where legends stand
But give me one small morning — coffee, quiet, light in hand
Famous, miss my mornings — that contradiction is my song
