8:30

Ain't tryna do shit today F*ck, I gotta go to this dumbass school Let me get my shit together man Realest of the real, he stay on the field Tryna get by, what's the goddamn deal Gettin' paid like Kim-K, man it's f*ck how you feel These bustas and suckas can't bust no damn deal I go to my school while I'm jammin' my groove See the fine ass hoes always groupin' in two Sunshine man it's time, make the bread with the crew Break bread, f*ck a fed is somethin' all of us knew We act like boondocks with the talks in the blocks Hell na, f*ck the busta that like to cockblock Man, pop, the lil' boy, that's a mark Go with my day with a blunt to go spark I grind on the rap like I grind at the park I shout at chem class and that boy Mr. Harp South Cali, where a nigga be from Smokin' in Maui. right under the sun Trust no ho, these niggas all know Eight:30, the gang, they stay mobbin, no playin Trust no ho, these niggas all know Eight:30, the gang, they stay mobbin, no playin I'm a trill young motherfucker, from the underground These gats and these bats man we don't play around All these hoes stranger than the upside down Rose lanes, all you lanes don't know all the old town Man, f*ck, better duck Cause all of the homies are crazy as f*ck It's the nine-five-one, all up in this whole bitch You unalive one with the chillin' ass switch Got the drive of a son of that is tryna get rich Can't sugarcoat nothin, f*ck that Say what I say, never takin' shit back With the whole gang, we get put on the map Ayy, eight:30, hoes bein' flirty Get the crock-pot, man, we stir up and hurry Go get the money, give a f*ck if I get dirty I'll see you hoes later on the dot at eight:30 Bitch