9AM

(앨범: THE AM3RICAN DREAM - 2023)

[Jay Worthy:]
Yeah
You know what I'm sayin'?
Huh
It's Worthy
(La música de Harry Fraud)

9:00 in the morning, bitch at my door
Banging on my shit, but I don't know that ho
Bitch, what you want? Get out my face
Let my young out the door, didn't leave no trace
I hit the switch on the Chevy, let me bounce that shit
Getting money off the blade, let me count that shit
I got an ounce in my pocket, pistol close in hand
Breaking fools in craps, let me shoot that back
Back in the streets, all burg' and gray
Blood, I represent like every day
You could never tell me I don't be on no block
When I can tell you all the homies that done got shot

We the turf babies, the hood brazy, know the hood made me
Late eighties, that's when I'm born, so no, you can't faze me
Crack era, now I slide down Fig in a Panamera
110 with Freeway Ricky, I'm in the RED Air
Blood gang, sawed-off shotty, I'm out the red Benz
No girlfriends, just bitches who pay me, I'm tying loose ends
My best friend still locked in the pinta and serving life bid
Trif' shit, still visit his mama and see his wife and kids
Still thugging on the block, that's how my life is
I'm waiting on my turn so I can do the right shit

9:00 in the morning, bitch at my door
Banging on my shit, but I don't know that ho
Bitch, what you want? Get out my face
Let my young out the door, didn't leave no trace
I hit the switch on the Chevy, let me bounce that shit
Getting money off the blade, let me count that shit
I got an ounce in my pocket, pistol close in hand
Breaking fools in craps, let me shoot that back
Back in the streets, all burg' and gray
Blood, I represent like every day
You could never tell me I don't be on no block
When I can tell you all the homies that done got shot

[Kamaiyah:]
9:00 in the morning, who is this? It's some bitches
Bitch, mind your motherfucking business
Feeling like I'm Future 'cause my fingers keep on itching
For paper, that paper, they itching for that chicken
All my ex-niggas and my ex-bitches tryna get back in, well
Eating lemonade out in Glendale, hit up papi
He got that work and he know that I'ma spend well
Drop a ten here, another ten there, I been well
These hoes ain't even friends, they pretend well
And I can't fake shit, a real one, sweatsuit and ASICs
And it ain't four yet, but I'm knowing I'ma make six
Hit this, bake this, made millions 'cause I take risks
Red pill, blue pills like I'm living in The Matrix
Contemplation on how to build a new foundation
I did expansion, ocean-blues for my mans, yeah
Smoking on my ex pack, I'm laughing and ashing, you blessed still

[Jay Worthy:]
9:00 in the morning, bitch at my door
Banging on my shit, but I don't know that ho
Bitch, what you want? Get out my face
Let my young out the door, didn't leave no trace
I hit the switch on the Chevy, let me bounce that shit
Getting money off the blade, let me count that shit
I got an ounce in my pocket, pistol close in hand
Breaking fools in craps, let me shoot that back
Back in the streets, all burg' and gray
Blood, I represent like every day
You could never tell me I don't be on no block
When I can tell you all the homies that done got shot