8AM

Why you talking to my bitch?
Gon' move your ass around
I don't wanna hear a sound

Up, 8 a.m., I be running to them Benz like
Haters trying to knock me on my rows, but I won't stand down
Used to smoke that weed, now I get high off making friends, bro
She don't talk to boys, she fuckin' with a man now

I don't plan to have no enemies
My rhythm packing with the punches, givin' first degree
I ain't really feeling sorry for this energy
If I said it then I mean it, why you testin' me?
Let me do my thing, it's hard to top this

I can turn a mile into a marathon, I'm walking
I just left 'em way behind, they hate it when I'm talkin'
Stick to your assumptions, I don't wanna hear you squawking
I'm her favorite vegetable, I ain't no Stephen Hawking

Blaze me way too much, I think I need to take a break
Once you got a lot to lose, some nature's shining through her face
I just can't describe this feeling like I'm running through a maze
Need to find a way, I'm really getting out of phase

Fuck what you got, you blow your money just to stand out
Talking like you got it, I don't think you even planned that
I don't need those people that be living for that 'Gram life
Haters never dumb, I turn your block into a sandlot

Up, 8 a.m., I be running to them Benz like
Haters trying to knock me on my rows, but I won't stand down
Used to smoke that weed, now I get high off making friends, bro
She don't talk to boys, she fuckin' with a man now

Up, 8 a.m., I be running to them Benz like
Haters trying to knock me on my rows, but I won't stand down
Used to smoke that weed, now I get high off making friends, bro
She don't talk to boys, she fuckin' with a man now



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Writer(s): Richard Johnson
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