OverWork

I make a couple hundreds, that's my section
And I won't ever stop until it's millions
And I won't ever stop, it's a mission
And I won't ever stop until it's billions (yeah)
It's a mission, mission
It's a mission

I'm a rockstar born to handle business
You a pop-tart eaten by the gimmicks
I'm the north star forged into succession
You a lockjaw begging for a civic

It's a mission, mission
It's a mission

I'm just chill (yeah, yeah for real)
I'm expensive (huh, yeah for real)
I just past it to the goofs, they some goobs
just chillin with a goon
Like, who this little boy in the booth?

Said he want a couple hundred for a watch
And I don't really get it, that ain't much
And I can really get it when I want
Don't you ever tell me what I want

I left a couple thousands for my mom
And hopefully she sees it when I'm gone
We rollin all alone in the sun
But we running it straight through in the dark (I)

I make a couple hundreds, that's my section
And I won't ever stop until it's millions
And I won't ever stop, it's a mission
And I won't ever stop until it's billions (yeah)
It's a mission, mission
It's a mission (yeah)