Kaizër - Overtime

Jumping out the womb
Should've sold a half a ticket
Yeah you know them baps gifted
Now a days they waving flags
Past the line of scrimmage
Dave got me IV on point
Checking tint like Xzibit
Prince of Pop with the pivot
I ain't with the snitching and ditching
That's when shit get explicit
Do time like octave and
Never get the picture
Send a letter to my sister
These times trying might kill me don't get on baby credentials
Practice scriptures still won't be Stephen Curry
Another nigga worried 24 staring straight at 30
Last years of life fears foreign like Marbury
Carlton of my nigga journeys
With Gunnas just ready to steal they Birkens
We ain't hurting just need more purpose than White House curtains
Hide bags Kim K surgeons
In my field thought niggas was working
I ain't perfect
Keep it two virgils
Only word burnt in my flesh certain
Tell 'em like detergent will set dial
Depending on who worth it
Like I'm working through demons my Whole life
Never could see em' but gotta believe Em' cuz they just put in overtime
Like I'm working through demon my Whole life
Never could see em' but gotta believe Em' cuz they just put in overtime
Like I'm working through demon my Whole life
Never could see em' but gotta believe Em' cuz they just put in overtime
Like I'm working through demon my Whole life
Never could see em' but gotta believe Em' cuz they just put in overtime
Oh shit nigga so simp I don't go for that
Oh shit nigga carry fifth like he had court from crash
Oh shit
Nigga oh shit
Oh Shit
Oh Shit
Oh shit nigga so simp I don't go for that
Oh shit nigga carry fifth like he had court from crash
Oh Shit
Member clutching on that stick when I was batting fifth
Never touching base my only home right at my granny crib
Looking at estate like I could push a wig
If I could keep Dan right out the pin
Moving different don't care bout who I might offend
Niggas ride four seaters only carry one key Alicia
I'm so jeter been stuck on two since the fetus
Ops looking average Joe Jackson when they try to beat us
We was Roddy kid riding out every season
Engulfing the world and throwing up signs like we beleamic
Indulging choppers holding up coppers our policing
Seems therapeutic holding every sin that's scaring Jesus
Tell Regis I'm anemic can't be bleeding all my millions for niggas gotta be feeding
Seasoned vet no stripes still gimme me respect
Never flea the Set we got DJ on papers still make them cede the check
We detest nigga my complexion not worried to be they best kill em' like my daddy and Ask em' who next
Like I'm working through demon my Whole life
Never could see em' but gotta believe Em' cuz they just put in overtime
Like I'm working through demon my Whole life
Never could see em' but gotta believe Em' cuz they just put in overtime
Like I'm working through demon my Whole life
Never could see em' but gotta believe Em' cuz they just put in overtime
Like I'm working through demon my Whole life
Never could see em' but gotta believe Em' cuz they just put in overtime

Written by:
Joral Simmons

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