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9pm
Hip-Hop/Rap
9pm was released on April 15, 2026 by Kannibus Cartel LLC as a part of the album 9pm - Single
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Release DateApril 15, 2026
LabelKannibus Cartel LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM98

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The King
The King
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dominique Graham
Dominique Graham
Songwriter
Dangelo Thomas
Dangelo Thomas
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Desirez
Desirez
Producer

Lyrics

It’s 9pm we gotta 10 hour drive to Atlanta
jus grabbed a bag of chips, Twix n a pineapple Fanta
Just a hint of some light, turn my chain to a dancer
I got this far on my own by really taking them chances
My life like a art piece, painted on canvas
My wife she my backbone when it come to planning
I remember when I was Vegas cruising in the phantom
Lights on the dash, roof of the car n side panels
Spark the wood at the stop light, look like i lit a candle
Ol lady yellin stop smoking, that shit was so random
It’s a button for the door, fuck touchin the handle
Blow the smoke in the direction that I see her face at
Look at her n jus smile mfs they hate that
Hate to see that im winning, its like they cnt take that
No diddy, wanted em wit me ain gone never fake that
When come to liquor n hoes I ain gone never chase that
Huuuuh life be lifin I jus do what I can
Ion worry bout the bullshit that I can’t understand
Or betta yet worrying bout shit that I cnt control
Nights n days trimming up buds put em in a bowl
I was jus tryna pave a way sellin them cookie bows
Riding down the freeway daydreaming bout one of my shows
…toss weed in the crowd, people doin the most
Almost lost my chain n glasses, flipped over in a boat
Jesus smokes made me a custom purple fur coat
Feds took my gun but I still got a couple more
I use to hide my money n weeed under the kitchen floor
Ar 15 wit monkey nuts, chillin behind the door
Grab the tree n the woods man it’s time to get high
I see my granny lookin down when I look to the sky
I got two daughters to protect until the day I die
Tired of making connections wit **** who bring weird vibes
One min they cool next, min **** mad n shit
Jus was kicking it wit me, they fuckin wit u now ion exist
8 more thousand and that Rolex gone be on my wrist
I’m allergic tree nuts and a bunch of fish
Instead ocean prime we eatin steaks at Ruth Chris
By any means ima keep getting to that blue shit
Lost files of me bending corners in that bentayga
Ain no waistin my time **** gone have to pay up
we drop them cars man they couldn’t stand us
They ain see the same vision so I bought a few cameras
Tried to use my own music against me as propaganda
He caught a case for ounce tell em get they grams up
Im the same **** they knock down but always stand up
A fuck them **** always sayin step out wit ya hands up
It’s 9pm we gotta 10 hour drive to Atlanta
Written by: Dangelo Thomas, Dominique Graham
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