Over & Over
Over and over aye
Ppl started to doubt me and I ain't even notice Aye
Seen the hate around me I ain't losing focus aye
Same ones tried clown me claiming they was joking
I had to get in to motion
Everyday I be flowing
Every night I be pouring
That's just to cover emotions
I never wanted to show em
Niggas try to kill my viiibbee but that just keep me going
Thinking bout playing this shit one mo time but hear this shit over and over
Like I'm addicted
Love when niggas start talking down I swear that shit getting lifted
And I notice how they come around But I just be Minding my business
Uh Keeping my feet on the ground but keeping my hands on some switches
Ion even think that I mentioned
I get it can tell when some niggas just really start switching
That flinching just started to give up positions
I know what it is and I know what it isn't
Decisions they made just Burning them bridges
I'm Cutting em off I'm making incisions
I hit the exhaust and blew out the engine
Leaving em lost but I think that they get it
Cause we never talk they feeling the tension
Like get the fuck up out my face aye
Shorty say she sorry try to call me everyday aye
Niggas claim they solid but I notice that they ain't aye
Can't do no parties I feel like I'm Coi Leary aye
Over and over aye
Ppl started to doubt me and I ain't even notice Aye
Seen the hate around me I ain't losing focus aye
Same ones tried clown me claiming they was joking
I had to get in to motion
Everyday I be flowing
Every night I be pouring
That's just to cover emotions
I never wanted to show em
Niggas try to kill my viiibbee but that just keep me going
Thinking bout playing this shit one mo time but hear this shit over and over
Over and over
I'm never sober
I take a sip everything start to slow up
I'm smoking gas u can tell by the odor
Got in my bag and now they wanna show up
Friends staying close but my enemies closer
Can't fuck with no rats so I keep some Kobras
Can't live in the past if I wanna get older
I'm watching my back got the blick in the hostler
Can tell I'm getting hot I'm went up in my fees
Came from The Windy City but stuck with the breeze
Niggas tried to get got hit up with degrees
They asking where it's at got it tucked in my jeans
Ppl started to doubt me and I ain't even notice Aye
Seen the hate around me I ain't losing focus aye
Same ones tried clown me claiming they was joking
I had to get in to motion
Everyday I be flowing
Every night I be pouring
That's just to cover emotions
I never wanted to show em
Niggas try to kill my viiibbee but that just keep me going
Thinking bout playing this shit one mo time but hear this shit over and over
Like I'm addicted
Love when niggas start talking down I swear that shit getting lifted
And I notice how they come around But I just be Minding my business
Uh Keeping my feet on the ground but keeping my hands on some switches
Ion even think that I mentioned
I get it can tell when some niggas just really start switching
That flinching just started to give up positions
I know what it is and I know what it isn't
Decisions they made just Burning them bridges
I'm Cutting em off I'm making incisions
I hit the exhaust and blew out the engine
Leaving em lost but I think that they get it
Cause we never talk they feeling the tension
Like get the fuck up out my face aye
Shorty say she sorry try to call me everyday aye
Niggas claim they solid but I notice that they ain't aye
Can't do no parties I feel like I'm Coi Leary aye
Over and over aye
Ppl started to doubt me and I ain't even notice Aye
Seen the hate around me I ain't losing focus aye
Same ones tried clown me claiming they was joking
I had to get in to motion
Everyday I be flowing
Every night I be pouring
That's just to cover emotions
I never wanted to show em
Niggas try to kill my viiibbee but that just keep me going
Thinking bout playing this shit one mo time but hear this shit over and over
Over and over
I'm never sober
I take a sip everything start to slow up
I'm smoking gas u can tell by the odor
Got in my bag and now they wanna show up
Friends staying close but my enemies closer
Can't fuck with no rats so I keep some Kobras
Can't live in the past if I wanna get older
I'm watching my back got the blick in the hostler
Can tell I'm getting hot I'm went up in my fees
Came from The Windy City but stuck with the breeze
Niggas tried to get got hit up with degrees
They asking where it's at got it tucked in my jeans
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Writer(s): Rob Reid, Robert Reid
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