Over the Top
I hurt a lot of people with this feeling I got
Switches on like a light, but just won't turn off
I try to just sit back, relax and reflect on things
But the only thing I seem to find within is pain
Lord only knows it brings me great shame
I keep digging deeper and deeper, believe me I'm changing
Trying to keep a good perspective, a level head about things
But I ain't feeling respected, you gotta earn something's
Out my mind for the eighth damn time, you would think it's a blitz
5 Star room at the ritz with 5 star dick, go and ask your bitch
Think I'm a witch with the potion, got that spritz that'll make you split
Not from down in the dirty south, but damnit I still got that grit
Blow a hole through your head like Anton
I found that bitch with no pants on
Hit it one night, got me feeling alright
Then the next one got me gone
Prada and Gucci they don't go together
Your flow is trash bruh and mine is better
Keeping the mic on, hear my yawns
I got so many tricks, you'd think I was Shaun
I got so many kicks, you can call me Shawn
You bitches boring don't know what u on
You not on my level, can't be on my song
You really don't know what the fuck u want
Over the top
I'm sending them shots
I just be making a milli a box
I'm keeping it going for the hoes and the thots
And for the girls that keep me in their thoughts
Over the top
I'm sending them shots
I just be making a milli a box
I'm keeping it going for the hoes and the thots
And for the girls that keep me in their thoughts
Switches on like a light, but just won't turn off
I try to just sit back, relax and reflect on things
But the only thing I seem to find within is pain
Lord only knows it brings me great shame
I keep digging deeper and deeper, believe me I'm changing
Trying to keep a good perspective, a level head about things
But I ain't feeling respected, you gotta earn something's
Out my mind for the eighth damn time, you would think it's a blitz
5 Star room at the ritz with 5 star dick, go and ask your bitch
Think I'm a witch with the potion, got that spritz that'll make you split
Not from down in the dirty south, but damnit I still got that grit
Blow a hole through your head like Anton
I found that bitch with no pants on
Hit it one night, got me feeling alright
Then the next one got me gone
Prada and Gucci they don't go together
Your flow is trash bruh and mine is better
Keeping the mic on, hear my yawns
I got so many tricks, you'd think I was Shaun
I got so many kicks, you can call me Shawn
You bitches boring don't know what u on
You not on my level, can't be on my song
You really don't know what the fuck u want
Over the top
I'm sending them shots
I just be making a milli a box
I'm keeping it going for the hoes and the thots
And for the girls that keep me in their thoughts
Over the top
I'm sending them shots
I just be making a milli a box
I'm keeping it going for the hoes and the thots
And for the girls that keep me in their thoughts
Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Swiderski
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