Overtime

Ain't got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it
Just to get by
Ain't got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it
Just to get by

My mouse club projections never saw me trapped in this rat race
A labyrinth, dreams get tossed in this mass grave and left for dead
Artists turn carcasses on the regular, perilous steps like Everest
I'm just trapped on the precipice of
What could be and what could have been while puttin in hours on this treadmill incline
Incentivized by where I was in 2016 when money was freedom and everything I needed to make my dreams come true
Yeah
Who knew the grind would be grounded into Ground Hog Days
Just doomed to repeat, I peaked, and the shadow faded every time
Long cold winters just like the 6
All my demons formed all at once, I felt just like Dave in the mist
23 me with Michael Jordan intent
Damn whatever it costs, you step on that court and you win
Homie, simple as that
Now half a decade later it's a struggle just to find ways to keep my mental intact

Ain't got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it
Just to get by
Ain't got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it
Just to get by

I am the spirit that used to possess your previous self
Now I'm in this shell and yellin for help
And since you only seem to listen when I'm screaming at you
Just wanna let you know I'm contemplating speedin past you
On to the next, on on to the next one.
Just another unfortunate soul in they collection
Member when we said we'd never be part of that world
Now our Hail Mary play's the Shawn Carter track if we're thorough
Yeah
Check one check two check until death
Worried every other month that you might lose your address
Drinkin to lessen the stress
You know you predisposed
It's in yo bloodline
I'd just hate to see you go through it.
No clue if when you jump
And believe me homie you will
You gon hit a Dumbo or just let gravity get the kill
Its 2 pills and I'm begging you not to take the blue
'Fore we both end up in the matrix slaving and hating you
Uh

Ain't got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it
Just to get by
Ain't got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it
Just to get by

Let me begin this by letting you know I get it.
But young padawan you afraid of a phantom menace
A figment driven by ya cynicism
And the insecurities collected in baggage from those Missouri streets
Then overnighted to the Mile High city
Mountain top gear levels of exhaustion so you lashing out
And detaching and overlooking the views you did attain
All because it didn't happen how you mapped it out
But that comes with the Territory you marked when you've chosen to live and die by the pen
They playin the tiniest violin for you
For ya 411
You sound like a broken record
Half of our section livin broke and restless
Ya narcissism got you talkin to yourself like echo echo
Reflection says you lookin at a star like Fred Roe
You know I could be one of one or one of many
As long as I'm God body, the demons can try and get me

Ain't got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it
Just to get by
Ain't got that much to show for it
Still had to sell my soul for it
Just to get by