8 o’clock

By J4CKSON

Released on February 25, 2025

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Ayy

Chorus:

Its like i got rhotacism the way I'm pronouncing these bars, huh

These bitches be taking these pics with me, they know I'm a star, huh

These blaring lights, they shining on me, they making me blind , huh

These diamonds on my neck, they reflecting the Time, huh

Post Chorus:

Its 8 o’clock

We on top of the game ,huh

We always getting paid huh

We will never trade out the game for nothing huh

We not bluffing huh

We always cussing

Huh

Dont play with me

You mess with the bull

You gеt these horns

Huh

Running your mouth

Your ice makе you drown

Your time is up

Huh, huh, huh, huh

Verse:

Ayy!

You know who i am

You know what i want

You know that ain't real

The shit that you bump

You know that im up!

Next…

I know u gonna jump to this

Next..

You know that im chill

My boys from NZ

My time is now

Is you stepping to me?

Huh?

Is you stepping to me?!

What?!

Chorus:

Its like i got rhotacism the way I'm pronouncing these bars, huh

These bitches be taking these pics with me, they know I'm a star, huh

These blaring lights, they shining on me, they making me blind , huh

These diamonds on my neck, they reflecting the Time, huh

Post Chorus:

Its 8 o’clock

We on top of the game ,huh

We always getting paid huh

We will never trade out the game for nothing huh

We not bluffing huh

We always cussing

Huh

Dont play with me

You mess with the bull

You get these horns

Huh

Running your mouth

Your ice make you drown

Your time is up

Huh, huh, huh, huh

Verse:

Its what she wanted

Giving her all and more

Regardless

Dont look at the time

No need to worry

I got it locked down

My baby, no hurry

You see?

You see how this shit is supposed to be done

You look in her eyes

Shining like stars

But you’d rather be posted over there bumping trash

Right now

Yeah

Right now i said that i could do it

But its really no fun

You know i love the game

That shit will never change

Huh.,

There ain't no much else

Its my way or else

Chorus:

Its like i got rhotacism the way I'm pronouncing these bars, huh

These bitches be taking these pics with me, they know I'm a star, huh

These blaring lights, they shining on me, they making me blind , huh

These diamonds on my neck, they reflecting the Time, huh

Outro:

Its 8 o’clock!