Overtime

Nooooo
Yea yea yea yea
Yt done made me cry and bitch I ain't the type
And my grandpa passed away I wish he stayed to fight
I put my all into this music bitch I'm taking flight
I know I gotta be patient won't happen over night
I put my all into this music working overtime
And I'm gonn blow and that's on everything but overtime
I gotta work two times as hard I can't be wasting time
I'm from the mud and from the slums this how I make it right
I put my all into this music man I do it for y'all
I be in my room recording, I ain't coolan at all
And my opp just got a glock feel like he standing tall
But my opp just love to talk he ain't shooting at all

And I know dat boy won't shoot cus he got something to lose
I swear before all of this rap shit I had nothing to lose
If I had dat glizzy in my hand it wasn't nothing to shoot
I was acting dumb and having fun I wasn't focused in school
And I ain't gonn act like I'm some gangsta cus I ain't had no tool
I swear before all of this music I'd have nothing to do
Would've started trapping, started scamming like the rest of my dudes
They tried to play me like a dummy ain't no boo boo da fool

They tried to play me like a dummy, tried to play me like I'm stupid
I said fuck it all to school and put my all into this music
And the teacher said I'm stupid and they told me that I'm useless
And my mom wish for another son she told me I won't do shit
No-o-oo yea yea
And my mom wished for another son she told me I won't do shit
Ye-eah

I put my all into this music every single song
I used to do it for myself now I gotta prove em wrong
Ain't been a year inside this rap shit but it feel too long
I know alotta niggas hate me ain't mean to do em wrong
Before that nigga turned his back I knew what he was on
He be telling too much white lies might as well go blonde
And I'm still talking for real in every song no no ooo

I put my all into this music man I do it for y'all
I be in my room recording I ain't coolan at all
And my opp just got a glock feel like he standing tall
But my opp just love to talk he ain't shooting at all
And I know dat boy won't shoot so I ain't ever in fear
And this rap shit pretty cool I been in it a year
And Yt done passed away it done put me in tears no no

Noooo

Yt done made me cry and bitch I ain't the type
And my grandpa passed away I wish he stayed to fight
I put my all into this music bitch I'm taking flight
I know I gotta be patient won't happen over night
I put my all into this music working overtime
And I'm gonn blow and that's on everything but overtime
I gotta work two times as hard I can't be wasting time
I'm from the mud and from the slums this how I make it right
I put my all into this music man I do it for y'all
I be in my room recording, I ain't coolan at all
And my opp just got a glock feel like he standing ta-a-all noo

R-e-eal, Bitch I'm Talking For Real