Song Lyrics

(Al Geno on the track
Yung Lan on the track
Ayy, yo, what's up Dean?)

Ayy

Coulda put a opp on camera, told my shooter, "Please record it"
I buy it and wear it one time 'cause I remember I couldn't afford it
Nigga, my piss dirty right now
All that fake shit ain't my kind
This shit ain't happen over night I had to put in overtime
Sippin' codeine to taste it
Savin' my paper for cases
I don't care how the world see me, to my hood I'm great, yeah
We had no luck, Andrew
She let me f*ck, thank you
Two hoes, one me, guess that's one thing I'd really say I'm into

All my niggas in the streets, it left it hard for me to sleep
My gun jammin' in my dreams when I be tryna kill The Reaper
Have you ever been all alone and you was still seein' people?
I don't know if it's just me, I don't know if it's some demons
I'm tryna yell in my dreams and don't nobody hear me screamin'
I talk to God in silence, I know he hear a nigga thinkin'
I love Draco with all my heart, I told him he no longer my partner
You my brother, told Dion, "You gotta stop slangin' them choppas, you gotta hustle"
Ayy, shootouts back to back in my hood, them bullets aimless
And all them junkies want a sheet, ain't talkin' blankets
Niggas die and then the world act like it never happened
Forget about you right after that Rest In Peace status
Me and Ghetto got a bond that ain't nobody got
I hope my nigga get a bond when them bodies drop
Threw sign language at the dealership, maybe 'cause I don't talk a lot

Coulda put a opp on camera, told my shooter, "Please record it"
I buy it and wear it one time 'cause I remember I couldn't afford it
Nigga, my piss dirty right now
All that fake shit ain't my kind
This shit ain't happen over night I had to put in overtime
Sippin' codeine to taste it
Savin' my paper for cases
I don't care how the world see me, to my hood I'm great, yeah
We had no luck, Andrew
She let me f*ck, thank you
Two hoes, one me, guess that's one thing I'd really say I'm into

Thought I was stuck in the hood, I made a way and gave my niggas hope
Now I do shows out of town, I count my paper and give my niggas hoes
Gave that bitch two hundred dollars and she givin' me her soul
How the hell he get out three times, and that nigga on parole?
I'm just coolin' with my slimes, the ones who known to lock the code
Nigga can't fool me like you ridin', nigga was happy to see me go
Nigga can't fool me like you cryin', nigga was happy to see me jones
I done seen way too many turned hoes
Ain't you the same nigga that was cuttin' up at my shows?
Ain't you the same nigga that was beggin' to go on the road with me?
I talked to Mega yesterday, he kept stressin' that he missin' me
He don't even know I shed tears on the phone
Dirty world that we live in, it made your soul turn to ice
I wish Ceelo was livin' but he was gone before my eyes
Why the f*ck did I trust 'em, I knew they was all tellin' lies?
I'ma put this tape in and I'ma watch it all night

Coulda put a opp on camera, told my shooter, "Please record it"
I buy it and wear it one time 'cause I remember I couldn't afford it
Nigga, my piss dirty right now
All that fake shit ain't my kind
This shit ain't happen over night I had to put in overtime
Sippin' codeine to taste it
Savin' my paper for cases
I don't care how the world see me, to my hood I'm great, yeah
We had no luck, Andrew
She let me f*ck, thank you
Two hoes, one me, guess that's one thing I'd really say I'm into

Kobe Crawford

The duration of Overtime is 3:44 minutes and seconds.