8 A.M.
Lyrics
It was like 8 am
Matter fact it was Friday morning
Niggas too worried bout they check
And what I'm spending on it
And then we had seen that message
Wish I never went to twitter
I seen yo name in hashtags
Boy they done killed my nigga
Followed by some hyperventilation
My heart my mind
Done went to racing
Starin at them doors
And wishin you was walkin in
Cryin while a nigga clockin in
I been used to shit it wasnt easy
Why was that the final way you seen me
Its you and john for when I get a mill
Rest in peace we missin you jermiel
Lose emotion hatin what I feel
Same time I gotta keep it real
You ain't the only real nigga killed
Guaranteed we spendin every bill
Ima keep ya name around the gang
Never changin when I see the fame
Waitin for the world to hear my name
So the world could finally hear da pain
It was like 8 am
Matter fact it was Friday morning
Niggas too worried bout they check
And what I'm spending on it
It was like 8 am
Matter fact it was Friday morning
It was like 8 am
It was like 8 am
It was like 9am
First time that I saw that text
Nigga wanna breakdown but I couldn't dawg
Cuz I had that test
Walking to class
Thinking of Christmas
That was last time I saw you
The funeral hit me the hardest
Tears running like a faucet
Looking at you in a coffin
Hoping you open your eyes & you saw me...
Give me one minute just to have my dawg back
Things been crazy
Brothers with babies
Graduation, celebration
Know you looking down on me
Saying my brother is doing amazing
When I see you in my dreams
I wake up crying heart be racing
Living life without yo nigga
Like a doctor with no patients
Like a torch without its flame
It's like a storm but it's no raining
But just know that anything
That I achieve is dedicated to you
It was like 8 am
Matter fact it was Friday morning
Niggas too worried bout they check
And what I'm spending on it
It was like 8 am
Matter fact it was Friday morning
It was like 8 am
It was like 8 am
It was like 8 am
Matter fact it was Friday morning
Niggas too worried bout they check
And what I'm spending on it
And then we had seen that message
Wish I never went to twitter
I seen yo name in hashtags
Boy they done killed my nigga
Followed by some hyperventilation
My heart my mind
Done went to racing
Starin at them doors
And wishin you was walkin in
Cryin while a nigga clockin in
I been used to shit it wasnt easy
Why was that the final way you seen me
Its you and john for when I get a mill
Rest in peace we missin you jermiel
Lose emotion hatin what I feel
Same time I gotta keep it real
You ain't the only real nigga killed
Guaranteed we spendin every bill
Ima keep ya name around the gang
Never changin when I see the fame
Waitin for the world to hear my name
So the world could finally hear da pain
It was like 8 am
Matter fact it was Friday morning
Niggas too worried bout they check
And what I'm spending on it
It was like 8 am
Matter fact it was Friday morning
It was like 8 am
It was like 8 am
It was like 9am
First time that I saw that text
Nigga wanna breakdown but I couldn't dawg
Cuz I had that test
Walking to class
Thinking of Christmas
That was last time I saw you
The funeral hit me the hardest
Tears running like a faucet
Looking at you in a coffin
Hoping you open your eyes & you saw me...
Give me one minute just to have my dawg back
Things been crazy
Brothers with babies
Graduation, celebration
Know you looking down on me
Saying my brother is doing amazing
When I see you in my dreams
I wake up crying heart be racing
Living life without yo nigga
Like a doctor with no patients
Like a torch without its flame
It's like a storm but it's no raining
But just know that anything
That I achieve is dedicated to you
It was like 8 am
Matter fact it was Friday morning
Niggas too worried bout they check
And what I'm spending on it
It was like 8 am
Matter fact it was Friday morning
It was like 8 am
It was like 8 am
Writer(s): Anthony Rankine-Palmer, Deven Williams
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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