9AM Lyrics song performed by Jay Worthy, Kamaiyah & Harry Fraud, with lyrics also written by them and The song was produced by Harry Fraud.
9AM Lyrics
[Intro: Jay Worthy]
Yeah
You know what I’m sayin’?
Huh
It’s Worthy
(La música de Harry Fraud)
[Chorus: Jay Worthy]
9:00 in the morning, bi^^h at my door
Bangin’ on my s^^t, but I don’t know that ho
bi^^h, 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 s^^t
Get the money off the blade, let me count that s^^t
I got an ounce in my pocket, pistol close in hand
Breakin’ fools in cr^ps, let me shoot that back
Back in the streets, soft burg’ and gray
Blood, I represent like every day
You could never tell me I don’t be on no block
When I can tеll you all the homies that done got shot
[Verse 1: Jay Worthy]
Wе the turf babies, the hood brazy, know the hood maybe
Late eighties, that’s when I’m bored, so no, you can’t fade me
Crack era, now I slide down Fig in a Panamera
110 with Freeway Ricky, I’m in the redhead
Blood gang, sawed-off shotty, I’m out the red Benz
No girlfriends, just bi^^hes who pay me, I’m tyin’ loose ends
My best friend still locked in the pinta and servin’ life bid
Trife s^^t, still visit his mama and see his wife and kids
Still thuggin’ on the block, that’s how my life is
I’m waitin’ on my turn so I can do the right s^^t
[Chorus: Jay Worthy]
9:00 in the morning, bi^^h at my door
Bangin’ on my s^^t, but I don’t know that ho
bi^^h, 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 s^^t
Get the money off the blade, let me count that s^^t
I got an ounce in my pocket, pistol close in hand
Breakin’ fools in cr^ps, let me shoot that back
Back in the streets, soft 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
[Verse 2: Kamaiyah]
9:00 in the morning, who is this? It’s some bi^^hes
bi^^h, mind your motherf^^kin’ business
Feelin’ like I’m Future ’cause my fingers keep on itchin’
For paper, that paper, they itchin’ for that chicken
All my ex-ni^^as and my ex-bi^^hes tryna get back in, well
Eatin’ 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 h^es ain’t even friends, they pretend well
And I can’t fake s^^t, a real one, sweatsuit and ASICs
And it ain’t four yet, but I’m knowin’ I’ma make six
Cook this, bake this, made millions ’cause I take risks
Red pill, blue pills like I’m livin’ in The Matrix
Contemplation on how to build a new foundation
I need expansion, ocean views from my mansion
Smokin’ on my ex pack, I’m laughin’ and ashin’, you bas^^rd
[Chorus: Jay Worthy]
9:00 in the morning, bi^^h at my door
Bangin’ on my s^^t, but I don’t know that ho
bi^^h, 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 s^^t
Get the money off the blade, let me count that s^^t
I got an ounce in my pocket, pistol close in hand
Breakin’ fools in cr^ps, let me shoot that back
Back in the streets, soft burg’ and gray
Blood, I represent like every day
