Overtime

[Verse 1: LXXIV]
Ayy, yeah, I been workin' overtime
I'm ready to take what is mine, yeah
I just been rollin' that gas, while I run up on you with dat nine (Dat nine)
I been afraid of my past, while I'm cruisin' one-twenty on dash (Dash)
Gotta do anything for the cash
With my kin, I know they down to blast (Fuck, ayy)
You know what I'm on, you know what I'm pursin'
Pushin' this work, so you know how I'm movin'
Three Glocks, three shots, get mopped
You say you gon' pull up, but you never do it
You brag 'bout yo' life, so it's time that we take it
Think you a star, but goddamn you so basic
Finna get dumped in the basement
All you gon' see is this beam when I aim in
I just got me a new check
I might go cop me a whip or a beam for the TEC
And bitch, I been known as a threat
I'm gonna run in yo' crib without breaking a sweat
Now pull up and shoot, lil' bitch it's on net
Better ridе for yo' set when they down for thе count
I sold me a ounce and I flipped the amount
I keep me a brick then I'm breakin' it down
Bitch, then I gotta go re-up
Tryna finesse me, we shoot at yo' Kia (Fah-fah)
Stay inside 'cause you ain't safe when I see ya
Yo' God cannot stop what come out of this nina
And I see you talkin' that shit in my comments, but then the next day you come back for a feature
Bitch, I'm the Reaper, all in yo' speaker
Light him real quick, give his ass a lil' fever
Uhh, I see the fake, I see the bitch in yo' face when I come with that blade
Put the blade in yo' gut then I catch me a case
Slide through his block like my team is on skates
Off rip, killin' shit with the piston
Plan a lick, we execute the mission
Y'all will never see the fuckin' vision
Locked in prison, fuck the system

[Verse 2: Heist187]
Fuck the system, call it overtime
Behind my back, you a quarter mile
And these niggas givin' no effort
Get in yo' business like suit and tie
But behind the nine, tell a truth or lie
Only seein' stars, now we color blind
I pour for a line before pourin' mine
I'ma make yo' dues like it's overnight
You know I'm on, but already been knew it
7th grade was writing the music
10th grade made a white bitch a user
Draw down still not afraid to use it
Off shit, real shit with the music
Turn it down, we put you into ruins
Niggas barkin', all that talkin' useless
Get the money and bitches be assumin'
Screwin' hoes, I do it for the music
Find a drug, assume to be abusive
Fuck what these niggas gon' talk about
Rap about, resentation, show me cash amounts
You speak about it, I don't hear it out, lemme see it now
I'm from the West, but I can see it really goin' south, nigga (Ayy, grrah)