Overtime Lyrics

Overtime on overtime

I was breaking bread if it's over mine

Toe the line

We supposed to die

Have you ever seen a real nigga cry

Overtime on overtime

Can't seem to find my balance

Everytime I get a off day

Gotta find a beat and start spazzing

I ain't gotta choose my work or girl

Gotta working girl

It ain't a challenge

I already got a taste of Heaven

For my baby I be raising havoc

Is this a pussy or palace?

I'm tryna put her in attics

To hide from the addicts

You never catch me relaxing

Hustle for dollas

Just so I stuff in the mattress

They tryna look at the plays

That I make on a daily

But nigga we not playing Madden

I heard some people was calling me cocky

A nigga ain't cocky just speaking with passion

I thought you wanted me off of my ass

And chasing a bag so wtf happened

I could be acting a fool on the gram

Like some of my mans

To get a reaction

I gotta do this shit all on my own

I wanted a team

But niggas was lacking

This for the days I was failing them classes

My momma was panicking

Constantly nagging

Now I spit heat like a motherfucking dragon

Wanted a beat but the lil nigga taxing

I was so broke was considering jacking

None of my fits gone contribute to fashion

I don't put effort in none of my captions

Don't pay attention to nobody yapping

Saying my name and attempting to drag it

Ain't helping cause pussies ain't beating the talent

Been doing

Overtime on overtime

Can't seem to find my balance

Everytime I get a off day

Gotta find a beat and start spazzing

Pockets been gaining some weight

Too many women creating attachments

I'm about to act a fool with it

Cause a young nigga never had it

I dealt with the bullshit from locals

I am not typically social

I used to sleep on the sofa

Now money and pussy my go-to

Stop sending pictures through postal

We put his boy on a poster

She said we talking so he getting mad

But pussy boy I do not know her

Got problems that you do not

Know of

Have a show I just hope that you show up

All my niggas been praying I blow up

I just pray that the money don't slow up

No more days feeling like I'm gone throw up

Broke but still I was burning the bowl up

Can't show affection to no one

To be rich niggas gotta have no fucks

I went from swishers with all of my niggas

To chasing the bag on my lonely

All of my habits was blocking my goals

I'm still tryna beat up the goalie

All of my idols been leaving too soon

We still screaming R.I.P. Kobe

If my story ain't looking like Cole and Kendrick

It's finna be Rico or Tony

All these Hours been killing me slowly

Ain't got time for no fishing and bowling

My grandma keep saying I'm chosen

Then why I keep drinking this potion

I was hurting but can't let her notice

Had to set every dollar in motion

Fuck all that crying and moping and hoping

They saying I'm great

Nigga no shit

All of this

Overtime on overtime

Can't seem to find my balance

Everytime I get a off day

Gotta find a beat and start spazzing

Pockets been gaining some weight

Too many women creating attachments

I'm about to act a fool with it

Cause a young nigga never had it

I'm going off and some mo' shit

Roll through the city on pope shit

Toxic women ain't securing the bag

I had to get me a woke bitch

Fall asleep with the same one I woke with

She think all my music is dope shit

Just had to let the door open

Anytime I was down feeling hopeless

Overtime on overtime

I was breaking bread if it's over mine

Toe the line

We supposed to die

Have you ever seen a real nigga cry