Overtime Songtext
von iLLLogick feat. Grim Logick
Overtime Songtext
(Intro)
Why you always tryna′ fuckin' play with me? (Why?)
If it ain′t a play you ain't got shit to say to me (Not a damn thing)
You don't understand that well that′s okay (That′s okay)
I'll explain
(iLLLogick)
I′m out my brain, I'm out my mind
Been long gone, want it hard to find
Real question, "How am I alive?"
I think it′s cause I catch a beat, then I vibe
Take a ride, see the other side of the other side
It'll blow your mind without even trying
When the stars align. Yeah, hold up
This is "Overtime", and I′m playin' to win
Craft a rhyme through the ink in my pen
Half the time, they don't think ′fore they spin
With a half a mind, they′d see it's hate from within
No reason to kill. Blood won′t be spilled
Especially when it's usually over a bill
With numbers on it that give us the will
To keep on going, despite how we feel
I mean keep it real, it′s all bout the money
If you ain't got that, then they look at you funny
But when you bounce back, you can call them a dummy
They ain′t believe in you, when you was hustling
Now what you doing you? Running the city
Building brick by brick, keeping it busy
And one day this building will be high as any
I wish I could share faith because I have plenty
God's patience is within me, still learning forgiveness
I'm really ambitious, man, I want it all
My goals are larger than clothes at the mall
I′m doing it big, tryna′ expand
Networking with anyone that I can
Say I'm undeserving give me a chance
These dishes I′m serving are 5 stars from France
I caught your glance, and now it's a stare
I see your stance, and know I′m prepared
Reach for your pants, you better beware
Like Raylan Givens I will beat you there
Or we could be cool, have us some fun
I mean that's the reason that all this begun
Hip-Hop is love, Hip-Hop is respect
But Hip-Hop will also come straight for your neck
And try to dissect, try to extract
Everything bout you to steal your whole act
So, watch who you fuck with in this shady game
If you fall for it, then there′s no one to blame
They say what's your aim? What is your goal?
Still making music? Aren't you getting old?
I′m only twenty-five, and I have the soul
Of a lion, I go for your throat
(Grim Logick)
I′ve gotta be honest, I grew up violently
More than my peers I knew much of monotony
Constantly rockin' the boat where the drama be
I done been shot at and stabbed by the knife in me
Solemnly swear. All of my years I was taught
"Fight, and hustle for your life, never bail
Gotta ball." Wasn′t nothing out of line
No discussion, if you buzzin'
Someone′s gunning for your pockets, and your sails
I was fuckin' frail, had no meat up on the bone
Lookin′ up to Kiernan up in eighth grade
Only thing I held was a composition JOURNAL
Ain't no mobile app, or promo purchase
Heard of those days. I was on "lame", saw it unfold
All in tunnel vision what the fuck my bros pocketed a day
And, I was all up in a daze. Suddenly, I told my pocket-book
"I'm sorry, jig is up, but I just gotta get paid"
All the time slaved in the paint, saw me dribble in the lane
Through the opposition, ′till the slumped weight
Of the same mother fuckers I was tugging through the mud
While I′m racing for the layup, changed, had to pump fake
All the chump change, threesomes by the flood waves
And the reputation gained as a fuckin' Insane
They don′t mean a damn thing, when you're facing home invasion
For you breaking in, and "aiming" for a front that′s unpaid
Everyone changed, let it all hang out
While I'm in the clicker, sitting in the pin with those chains
But, if out at close range? It was tadpole games
At my Laurel Ridge, swamp-flooded, junkie dope train
Was all aboard once my bros and my wife-to-be died
Then my daughter was ripped from my arms
All for tears, living large. All them scars on my arms
From syringes? That JOURNAL was all that lived on
Now if I′d paused, stopped my alarm
Just kept on writing, went all in these songs
I may have all but involved, or evolved and my daughters
Would have a lot more to lean on
All that I'm trying to say is to tell me to lay
Down this music is all but insane
Shit done cost me my brain. If I go back to my ways
I'd be "all", but Grim Logick "remains"
Yeah
Why you always tryna′ fuckin' play with me? (Why?)
If it ain′t a play you ain't got shit to say to me (Not a damn thing)
You don't understand that well that′s okay (That′s okay)
I'll explain
(iLLLogick)
I′m out my brain, I'm out my mind
Been long gone, want it hard to find
Real question, "How am I alive?"
I think it′s cause I catch a beat, then I vibe
Take a ride, see the other side of the other side
It'll blow your mind without even trying
When the stars align. Yeah, hold up
This is "Overtime", and I′m playin' to win
Craft a rhyme through the ink in my pen
Half the time, they don't think ′fore they spin
With a half a mind, they′d see it's hate from within
No reason to kill. Blood won′t be spilled
Especially when it's usually over a bill
With numbers on it that give us the will
To keep on going, despite how we feel
I mean keep it real, it′s all bout the money
If you ain't got that, then they look at you funny
But when you bounce back, you can call them a dummy
They ain′t believe in you, when you was hustling
Now what you doing you? Running the city
Building brick by brick, keeping it busy
And one day this building will be high as any
I wish I could share faith because I have plenty
God's patience is within me, still learning forgiveness
I'm really ambitious, man, I want it all
My goals are larger than clothes at the mall
I′m doing it big, tryna′ expand
Networking with anyone that I can
Say I'm undeserving give me a chance
These dishes I′m serving are 5 stars from France
I caught your glance, and now it's a stare
I see your stance, and know I′m prepared
Reach for your pants, you better beware
Like Raylan Givens I will beat you there
Or we could be cool, have us some fun
I mean that's the reason that all this begun
Hip-Hop is love, Hip-Hop is respect
But Hip-Hop will also come straight for your neck
And try to dissect, try to extract
Everything bout you to steal your whole act
So, watch who you fuck with in this shady game
If you fall for it, then there′s no one to blame
They say what's your aim? What is your goal?
Still making music? Aren't you getting old?
I′m only twenty-five, and I have the soul
Of a lion, I go for your throat
(Grim Logick)
I′ve gotta be honest, I grew up violently
More than my peers I knew much of monotony
Constantly rockin' the boat where the drama be
I done been shot at and stabbed by the knife in me
Solemnly swear. All of my years I was taught
"Fight, and hustle for your life, never bail
Gotta ball." Wasn′t nothing out of line
No discussion, if you buzzin'
Someone′s gunning for your pockets, and your sails
I was fuckin' frail, had no meat up on the bone
Lookin′ up to Kiernan up in eighth grade
Only thing I held was a composition JOURNAL
Ain't no mobile app, or promo purchase
Heard of those days. I was on "lame", saw it unfold
All in tunnel vision what the fuck my bros pocketed a day
And, I was all up in a daze. Suddenly, I told my pocket-book
"I'm sorry, jig is up, but I just gotta get paid"
All the time slaved in the paint, saw me dribble in the lane
Through the opposition, ′till the slumped weight
Of the same mother fuckers I was tugging through the mud
While I′m racing for the layup, changed, had to pump fake
All the chump change, threesomes by the flood waves
And the reputation gained as a fuckin' Insane
They don′t mean a damn thing, when you're facing home invasion
For you breaking in, and "aiming" for a front that′s unpaid
Everyone changed, let it all hang out
While I'm in the clicker, sitting in the pin with those chains
But, if out at close range? It was tadpole games
At my Laurel Ridge, swamp-flooded, junkie dope train
Was all aboard once my bros and my wife-to-be died
Then my daughter was ripped from my arms
All for tears, living large. All them scars on my arms
From syringes? That JOURNAL was all that lived on
Now if I′d paused, stopped my alarm
Just kept on writing, went all in these songs
I may have all but involved, or evolved and my daughters
Would have a lot more to lean on
All that I'm trying to say is to tell me to lay
Down this music is all but insane
Shit done cost me my brain. If I go back to my ways
I'd be "all", but Grim Logick "remains"
Yeah
Writer(s): Dameon Wilson, Dylan Collins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
