9AM
    (专辑: 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