Overtime

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Al'Geno on the track
 Yung Lan on the track
 Ay, yo, what's up Dean?
 Ay
 Coulda put a opp on camera, told my shooter, "Please record it"
 I buy it and wear it one time 'cause I remember I couldn't afford it
 Nigga, my piss dirty right now
 All that fake shit ain't my kind
 This shit didn't happen over night I had to put in overtime
 Sippin' codeine to taste it
 Savin' my paper for cases
 I don't care how the world see me, to my hood I'm great, yeah
 We had no luck, Andrew
 She let me fuck, thank you
 Two hoes, one me, guess that's one thing I'd really say I'm into
 All my niggas in the streets, it left it hard for me to sleep
 My gun jammin' in my dreams when I be tryna kill the reaper
 Have you ever been all alone and you was still seein' people?
 I don't know if it's just me, I don't know if it's some demons
 I'm tryna yell in my dreams and don't nobody hear me screamin'
 I talk to God in silence, I know he hear a nigga thinkin'
 I love Draco with all my heart, told him he no longer my partner
 You my brother, told Dion you gotta stop slangin' them choppas
 You gotta hustle
 Ayy, shootouts back to back in the hood, them bullets aimless
 And all 'em junkies want us a sheet, ain't talkin' blankets
 Niggas die and deny their word, they act like it never happened
 Forget about you right after that, "Rest in peace" status
 Me and ghetto got a bond that ain't nobody got
 I hope my nigga get a bond when them bodies drop
 Through sign language at the dealership
 Maybe 'cause I don't talk a lot
 Coulda put a opp on camera, told my shooter, "Please record it"
 I buy it and wear it one time 'cause I remember I couldn't afford it
 Nigga, my piss dirty right now
 All that fake shit ain't my kind
 This shit didn't happen over night I had to put in overtime
 Sippin' codeine to taste it
 Savin' my paper for cases
 I don't care how the world see me, to my hood I'm great, yeah
 We had no luck, Andrew
 She let me fuck, thank you
 Two hoes, one me, guess that's one thing I'd really say I'm into
 Thought I was stuck in the hood, I made a way and gave my niggas hope
 Now I do shows out of town, I count my paper and give my niggas hoes
 Gave that bitch 200 dollars and she givin' me her soul
 How the hell he get out three times, and that nigga on parole?
 I'm just coolin' with my slimes, the ones who known to lock the code
 Niggas fool me like you ridin', nigga was happy to see me go
 Nigga can't fool me like you cryin', nigga was happy to see me joce
 I don't seen way too many turned hoes
 Ain't you the same nigga that was cuttin' up at my shows?
 Ain't you the same nigga that was beggin' to go on the road with me?
 I talked to Mega yesterday, he kept stressin' that he missin' me
 He don't even know I shed tears on the phone
 Dirty world that we live in and made your soul turn to ice
 I wish Ceelo was livin' but he was gone before my eyes
 Why the fuck did I trust 'em, I knew they all was tellin' lies?
 I'ma put this tape in and I'ma watch it all night
 Coulda put a opp on camera, told my shooter, "Please record it"
 I buy it and wear it one time 'cause I remember I couldn't afford it
 Nigga, my piss dirty right now
 All that fake shit ain't my kind
 This shit didn't happen over night I had to put in overtime
 Sippin' codeine to taste it
 Savin' my paper for cases
 I don't care how the world see me, to my hood I'm great, yeah
 We had no luck, Andrew
 She let me fuck, thank you
 Two hoes, one me, guess that's one thing I'd really say I'm into
 

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Duration
03:44
Key
4
Tempo
140 BPM

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