Overtime

[Intro: DJ Holiday]
They say hard work pays off
And I'm definitely in overtime
The ink done dried, nigga
10-17's own
DJ Holiday
We gon' make history
(Bitch)
You know what it is, right
They don't know what to do with me nigga
Let's go
(its Glime Season)

[Verse]
I pledge allegiance to the trap off the chain, yeah I snapped
You hit her phone, where she at
She with city, off the map
I hit the club like Warren sapp
Don't like ya song, won't give you dap
I double tap that binary
Then you're gone, that was that
Affiliates, you nigga
Pay attention bitch
Last time I checked
Hope you pay attention
We send shots, we don't mention
Yeah, only about my business
I love racks, just like tennis
Yeah, if we get into it
I hit you and the witness
I'm a bad guy
Ill take your granny pension
I get mad high
Forgive me if I start twitching
I get mad fly
All my hoes say I'm bitchin
Chrome hearts on my eyes
I can always see the vision
Ain't no competition
I stack money when I sleep
M5 competition
It's in the lot, take a peek
All these diamonds glisten
That's why I smile cheek to cheek
I start designer pissin
Been sippin' lean all week
Helmut Lang
I give a fuck about Johnny Dang
I'm fuckin' your main thing
She hit my phone, I let it ring
I'm up in Magic City
Throwing ones, I make it rain
He was talkin' tough
Now my shooter just wear his chain

[Outro]
(Bitch, bitch, bitch)
Evil Empire, laughing all the way to the bank