Overtime

(V. 1)
I been working overtime tryna make my music right
Had to take some time off, now I'm back up on the mic
Disappeared for a minute, took a break from the game
Now I'm working overtime, call it 25-8
I'm feeling great, had to come back as quickly as I went
I was missing my outlet, back to my element
Never knew that I could miss out, until I was out
Tryna see if I was still good, filled with the doubt
I'm coming back around, yeah I'm back on my bullshit
Sell my soul for a crumb, cuz I'm feeling too legit
Going through the motions, every word that I've spoken
Just to give some insight into my mind, cuz I'm broken
I wanna work harder every chance that I get
Every time I'm feeling down and out, thinking I might quit
But shit, I can never give it up, cuz it's mine
So I keep on pushing harder, like I'm working overtime

(V. 2)
I try to look at everything from a different perspective
How can I get every listener to be more receptive
I'm pensive, I think about this game every second
How to get by, and pick the game up from where I left
I'm expected to top every project I completed
But every time I take a break, ya boy just feels defeated
I'm treated like I'm the lowest of the low with the flow
Ya never know which way to go, so I go on with the show
Yeah I'm working overtime, gotta put the work in
Just to get by, ya boy gotta stop the hurtin
I'm always flirtin with success, tryna step over the line
That's the difference in this mess, tryna keep up with the times
So I struggle with the balance of the ups and the downs
I just wanna paint the pictures that'll make my family proud
I'm down by a point with a second of time
Gotta tie up the game, and take it into overtime

(V. 3)
Every time I go to sleep, I have awful recurring dreams
How I'm hated and I'm lonely, but what does it really mean
Is it a cry out for help, for the fear of my failure?
Maybe I'll never know, but I wish I could tell ya
I'll sell ya my soul if it gets me to the front line
I eat these other rappers, you can call it lunch time
My punch lines are just rhymes I use to cover up
All the negative thoughts I have of me not fuckin up
So I always keep it moving like a cool fall breeze
And believe in myself, give the game a tight squeeze
Keep em right on their knees, bowing down to a great
While I drink up all their tears, then I feast on their hate
I'm never backing down and I'm never clockin out
And I clear out all my thoughts and chopping up all the doubt
And I'm taking my frown, putting matter over mind
Putting work into the game, never give up overtime