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Дата випуску: 11.07.2011
Вікові обмеження: 18+
Мова пісні: Англійська
Overtime |
Can’t afford a Maybach, can’t afford to quit |
Telling me who I signed like you aren’t telling me shit |
I gone too far, now I’m part of the horizon |
Rappers run shit, just wait till I start flying |
I’m jumping off the ledge with my arms out |
I’m not scared of the drop, know what I’m talking about? |
See me in the air and pledge allegiance |
These legends looking at me like thank you Jesus |
Off co-signs and loans, I could find a home |
J. League made a crown and designed a throne |
We both up and comers but y’all sleeping in musician shit |
My first album gonna be some real musician shit |
Benny and the Jets, y’all still in 16's, y’all ain’t ready for me yet |
I’m a do a 32 with a 20 bar intro, check your parents' vinyls |
Find out what I’m into, I refuse to chuck and job |
I refuse to minstrel, got nothing to be neat about, let me keep it simple |
People wondering if I’m that bad on the mic |
You wanna know? Go and ask Kalil, Cannon and Night |
And then go and pour a little Moward for these dead poets |
I got these critics raving, I Edgar Allen Poe it |
There are some things that money can’t buy |
And not a guest in your ear but respect from your peers |
And I’m standing on the start of something great |
So if you think I don’t deserve the fortune, come debate |
And tell me how your man got a tape and his flow is the best you’ve seen |
It keep you high like it get you green, if you think 4: 57's pleasant |
And I was representing, just wait until my next two things |
I got to do it with a legend and a picture in my mag |
Soon as you make comparisons, I switch it on your ass |
Who I sound like today? Eenie-meanie-minee-mo |
I got presents like X-Mas, I’m the shit, Heidi ho |
I don’t know any living human being breathing oxygen |
And put it on the line and have his shine be a constant thing |
Because my money on my mind and these shawties wanna back it up |
Because I’m on my grind, when inspiration hit me |
I get rich or die trying, 50, I been dope since I was writing squigglies |
Could never form a sentence, I was never on my period |
Was always told stop but I was never hearing it |
I tuned 'em out, I was writing so severe, kinda like a yacht |
Too pricy for my peers, I made 'em all believers through radio receivers |
My skill was never ever debated on my features |
I’m a sure bet 'cause one line did 'em all, rest in peace Punisher |
My one mic will settle scores, bars like javelins |
Criticize never more, opportunity’s hammering |
Think I need to get the door 'cause y’all Batman and I’m Rawshack |
When Laws on, think pardon John four track |
The kid’s got variety like all that, sicker than a bald cat |
Overgrown ball cap, hospital gown, get well soon balloons |
But on a lighter note like the room’s getting smaller |
Maybe I’m getting bigger, took over the net in two months |
How you figure? Got these other spitters barely hanging on |
Like the clothes of a wigger and my live show crowd throwing bows in the center |
I’m calling up my mother, she knows her son is a winner |
Telling me to change the world but be home for your dinner |
And rap was my lady but she would never take it slow |
Well now she needs saving, well I’m not Captain Save A Ho |
So if I switch, you know I did it on purpose |
I murdered this, not even my breakdowns are nervous |