9AM

Yeah You know what I'm sayin'? (Yeah) Huh It's Worthy (La música de Harry Fraud) 9:00 in the morning, bitch at my door Bangin' 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 Gettin' money off the blade, let me count that shit I got an ounce in my pocket, pistol close in hand Breakin' 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 tyin' loose ends My best friend still locked in the pinta and servin' life bid Trif' shit, 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 shit 9:00 in the morning, bitch at my door Bangin' 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 Gettin' money off the blade, let me count that shit I got an ounce in my pocket, pistol close in hand Breakin' fools in craps, let me shoot that back Back in the streets, all burg' and gray Blood, I represent like every day 9:00 in the morning, who is this? It's some bitches Bitch, mind your motherfuckin' business Feelin' like I'm Future 'cause my fingers keep on itchin' For paper, that paper, they itchin' for that chicken All my ex-niggas and my ex-bitches 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 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 knowin' I'ma make six Hit 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 did expansion, ocean-blues for my mans, yeah Smokin' on my ex pack, I'm laughin' and ashin', you blessed still 9:00 in the morning, bitch at my door Bangin' 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 Gettin' money off the blade, let me count that shit I got an ounce in my pocket, pistol close in hand Breakin' fools in craps, let me shoot that back Back in the streets, all burg' and gray Blood, I represent like every day