king reynolds - ah keep ma haterz bizzy lyrics
you ever have those people just staring at you?
checking you out?
mean mugging?
eyeing you?
jimmie the rapper
let’s get it!
uhn
yeah
ah, the clock?
nah, ah the clock!
9 a.m., wake up!
ah keep ma haterz bizzy
ah, the clock?
nah, ah the clock!
9 a.m., wake up!
ah keep ma haterz bizzy
ah, the clock?
nah, ah the clock!
9 a.m., wake up!
ah keep ma haterz bizzy
ah, the clock?
nah, ah the clock!
9 a.m., wake up!
ah keep ma haterz bizzy
i must be doing something right
cus i’m winning
i keep my haters busy
but i’m already busy
i always gave my haters jobs
they never got fired
it’ll be the day that i die
the day they retire
doing me to fullest
and i ain’t asking for no feed back
if you don’t wish the best for me
get away
cus i don’t need that
i’m bout my degrees
somebody lead me where the g’s at!
jimmie the rapper
in his books
going to school
with a backpack
brush my teeth
every morning
before cl-ss
don’t need no tic tac
i work so hard
i on’t need no break
but give me a break of that kit-kat
i ain’t got no moles all over my face
we ain’t bout to play no zig-zag
just for the fact i go to school …,
a lot of people gone dig that
i’m like a new moses
positive influence for rap though
so many of my people struggling
let my people
lost sheep
tell me why i know
what we all need to know?
i chose my destiny a long time ago
and that’s why i can’t let it go
ah, the clock?
nah, ah the clock!
9 a.m., wake up!
ah keep ma haterz bizzy
ah, the clock?
nah, ah the clock!
9 a.m., wake up!
ah keep ma haterz bizzy
ah, the clock?
nah, ah the clock!
9 a.m., wake up!
ah keep ma haterz bizzy
ah, the clock?
nah, ah the clock!
9 a.m., wake up!
ah keep ma haterz bizzy
my people still sleep
yaw better wake up
get the money fam
let’s get our cake up
cus everyday
they gone find a way
to try to break us
kissing b-tt is the only way
for them to take us
you ever hear the old phrase
enough is enough?
if in god you trust
whatever you go through
you wouldn’t give up
that’s why i struggle for now
fighting through they hell
i be feeling hurt inside
and i know these people can tell
i been to juvenile
i never been to jail
all my life, i’ve been in psych wards
lock me in seclusion’s cell
i never felt well
no matter how many pills
they drug us into zombies
god bless the mentally ill
people told me i can’t work
and go to college
so i took the disrespect
i told them, i don’t need them ssi checks
so they stopped it, and took it back
after that
on the streets is where i slept
it woke me up
and now i’m back
i love my skin
i’m glad i’m black
i’m handsome
that’s a fact
god gave me a gift to rap
so now i know where i’m headed at
i had to lift my soul so i can get it back
nobody, but myself and god had my back
ah, the clock?
nah, ah the clock!
9 a.m., wake up!
ah keep ma haterz bizzy
ah, the clock?
nah, ah the clock!
9 a.m., wake up!
ah keep ma haterz bizzy
ah, the clock?
nah, ah the clock!
9 a.m., wake up!
ah keep ma haterz bizzy
ah, the clock?
nah, ah the clock!
9 a.m., wake up!
ah keep ma haterz bizzy
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