Overtime

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Still pouring out for the homies
Still got them times I Be lonely
Why they still act like they know me
Still a young thug but an OG
Don't let that street shit control me
Stack up the Bank and stay lowkey
Still apply pressure like Kobe
Still take the game into OT

Still take the game into overtime
I don't fuck with you if you Borderline
Wouldn't last in my world like Coraline
Man the thangs I've seen leave you mortified
Born into a struggle I ain't ask for
It's no wonder I Be actin' like an asshole
Tuck dough, I'm just trying to watch the cash grow
Been dipped in the game since a tadpole
Wet
Nigga I'm a vet
Heard they hating on me ain't made a move yet
Die for respect and the city that I rep
I ain't never gon forget that we did it for the set

Still pouring out for the homies
Still got them times I Be lonely
Why they still act like they know me
Still a young thug but an OG
Don't let that street shit control me
Stack up the Bank and stay lowkey
Still apply pressure like Kobe
Still take the game into OT

Stand on all ten for the whole fam
Up early in the morning finally program
Watch a nigga move work like the snow man
And when that money come in we can go HAM
This is real nigga music not a slow jam
And your ass Better use it if you tote Blame
My section get slimy like the soap pan
Sold dope and a whole lot of coke grams
Been a street nigga my whole life
Did me some wrong, time to go right
Still talk my shit, Brother Polight
Still Squirrely D and that's for life

Still pouring out for the homies
Still got them times I Be lonely
Why they still act like they know me
Still a young thug but an OG
Don't let that street shit control me
Stack up the Bank and stay lowkey
Still apply pressure like Kobe
Still take the game into OT



Credits
Writer(s): Dale Robin Wade, Dassi Romain, Ebon Thomas
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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