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7 A.M
318
Hip-Hop/Rap
7 A.M was released on June 25, 2025 by New 11 Records as a part of the album #1 Trap Pick
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Release DateJune 25, 2025
LabelNew 11 Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM75

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Malcolm Carlisle
Malcolm Carlisle
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Malcolm Carlisle
Malcolm Carlisle
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Malcolm Carlisle
Malcolm Carlisle
Producer

Lyrics

Uh, this ain't no ass-pullin', ****
You know I'm too damn lit, uh
That's trap music, ****, juke
(Wake up at seven in the mornin')
Ain't gon' back and forth, ****
They know I'm too damn lit
I can't tell these **** nothin'
Told 'em that he ran with it
In my own lane, gettin' money
Mind my damn business
Crashed out, broke in penitentiary
He turned to a 60's
Know a couple cops in the crib
Know some **** bangin' kitchen
Dropped a zip, it came back
I just boomeranged a midget
Hit the toe, dick crawlin' hard
You can't even buy a T
How the fuck you think that I'm a French?
And you ain't never bought a P?
Yeah, that **** wanna talk, ain't got no money
Better keep it brief
**** fuck my bitch, I'd probably shoot him
I can't keep it P
Keep poppin' these addy
Back to back, I can't even go to sleep
Just keep on callin'
Back to back, I can't even go to sleep
I been on a money mission
Lookin' in the mirror at myself
****, go and get it
Taught me how to put 'em on a plane
Had to go and get 'em
**** done fucked up the way
I ain't pack my bag with no plates
'Til they got laid to jail
You can take that Rollie back to date
That bitch ain't up to date
Label need to put you on the shelf
Your ass ain't solitaire
Constantly ask me how I feel
Bitch, don't worry 'bout it, I'm straight
**** tryna be, I ain't with it
Look at what I made
Talkin' 'bout them hoes like they ain't nothin'
But look at what you paid
**** tryna go my route
They know that I paid the way
If you puttin' in work
And you grindin', you deserve it
I ain't been to church in years
I talked to God in person
He was tryna squash it
But we didn't, this shit got worse
****, I hit rabbit mine
I move like a turtle
They know that who won the race
Sip the Boz up two more times
They know that fat big as Kate
These **** be key limeade
God, he posted up with his gun
Let's be real, you never shot it
****, this here VF1
You know one do the SI
I hit the road for two hunnid
When I ain't have no license to throw 'em
Closet got boxes of money
Try to come get it, it's over
I ain't goin' back and forth with ****
They know I'm too damn lit
I can't tell these **** nothin'
Told 'em that he ran with it
In my own lane, gettin' money
Mind my damn business
Crashed out, broke in penitentiary
He turned to a 60
Know a couple cops in the crib
Know some **** bangin' kitchen
Dropped a zip, it came back
I just boomerang the midget
Hit the toe, then crawl hard
You can't even buy a T
How the fuck you think that I'm a Frenchman?
You ain't never bought a P
Yeah, that **** wanna talk, ain't got no money
Better keep it brief
**** fuck my bitch, I'll probably shoot him
I can't keep a P (fuck your ass up)
Written by: Malcolm Carlisle
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