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Workin' like I'm workin' overtime I said workin' like I'm workin' overtime Bring it back now, woo Workin' like I'm workin' overtime All the time, I get mine Stayin' steady on the grind like Workin' like I'm workin' overtime I said workin' like I'm workin' overtime Bring it back now Workin' like I'm workin' overtime All the time, I get mine Stayin' steady on the grind You want that really real Shoot to kill Never cut a deal Got the steering wheel Dom Toretto, drivin' in Brazil Tell me how you feel 'Bout to make a mill, that's on the real Get up in the hills, eating bigger meals, but still That ain't someone who I'll ever be Since elementary, at the spelling bee They remember me, always did believe Heart be on my sleeve, got the melodies That's why all my bars be as Cold as December be All these rappers overrated Swear that everything they say is exaggerated I'm not your homie or your bro, we are not related So, who wrote the last song, since you're so creative? Yeah, that's what I thought These rappers paid for and bought I don't give a fuck, that go for anyone at the top I've been makin' hits, still recordin' at the same spot To my haters: I'm becomin' everything you said I'm not Workin' like I'm workin' overtime I said workin' like I'm workin' overtime Bring it back now, woo Workin' like I'm workin' overtime All the time, I get mine Stayin' steady on the grind like Workin' like I'm workin' overtime I said workin' like I'm workin' overtime Bring it back now Workin' like I'm workin' overtime All the time, I get mine Stayin' steady on the grind Started off, they took advantage of me, yeah Now they reaching for a handout from me, huh Remember, Cayman stole some money too My favorite artist, guess he never seen what I would do But it's cool, got the W, my numbers double you Just in case you listen, I'ma throw a nice, "Fuck you" Tables turn, little bitch, now like who above who I don't trust nobody, I don't even trust what's on the news Get any girl I'd like to Now that your focused, here's what I do I spit these bars so fast like a drive-thru Lyrical poems, yeah, something like a haiku Okay, rippin' it down Cold as the temperature now I am not messin' around Really got it, like I really got it Got the records stacking up, ready to pounce 'Bout to announce People get so caught up talkin' bout the whole payment amount Straight from the mouth, look at 'em now Bigger, bigger, with the same sound Yeah, and I'm not changin' either, woo! I wish that I could show my old teachers Tried to tell me I would never make it, oh, man! Now everybody hit me up for features Got the rhythm in my blood like my grandpa does When I first started, no one listen; now I got a buzz People always countin' out the kid and that's okay with us Different from the rest these rappers, lookin' like a straight flush All of them the same, Gucci-Gucci Gang Say the same thing, get some stupid fame I'm gettin' sick of all this wack ass rap I don't think it's talent, I think it's incredibly lame, yeah That's a lane I won't never be near Speak the truth, even if it end my career So play it back, I'm always stay ahead of the pack I gotta hunch, '18 is gonna be my year! Workin' like I'm workin' overtime I said workin' like I'm workin' overtime Bring it back now, woo Workin' like I'm workin' overtime All the time, I get mine Stayin' steady on the grind like Workin' like I'm workin' overtime I said workin' like I'm workin' overtime Bring it back now Workin' like I'm workin' overtime All the time, I get mine Stayin' steady on the grind
Writer(s): Sasha Keable, Nathaniel Warner, James Alexander David, Oliver Mark Dickinson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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