Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Overtime, artist - LawsDate of issue: 11.07.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Overtime |
| Can’t afford a Maybach, can’t afford to quit |
| Telling me who I signed like you aren’t telling me shit |
| I gone too far, now I’m part of the horizon |
| Rappers run shit, just wait till I start flying |
| I’m jumping off the ledge with my arms out |
| I’m not scared of the drop, know what I’m talking about? |
| See me in the air and pledge allegiance |
| These legends looking at me like thank you Jesus |
| Off co-signs and loans, I could find a home |
| J. League made a crown and designed a throne |
| We both up and comers but y’all sleeping in musician shit |
| My first album gonna be some real musician shit |
| Benny and the Jets, y’all still in 16's, y’all ain’t ready for me yet |
| I’m a do a 32 with a 20 bar intro, check your parents' vinyls |
| Find out what I’m into, I refuse to chuck and job |
| I refuse to minstrel, got nothing to be neat about, let me keep it simple |
| People wondering if I’m that bad on the mic |
| You wanna know? Go and ask Kalil, Cannon and Night |
| And then go and pour a little Moward for these dead poets |
| I got these critics raving, I Edgar Allen Poe it |
| There are some things that money can’t buy |
| And not a guest in your ear but respect from your peers |
| And I’m standing on the start of something great |
| So if you think I don’t deserve the fortune, come debate |
| And tell me how your man got a tape and his flow is the best you’ve seen |
| It keep you high like it get you green, if you think 4: 57's pleasant |
| And I was representing, just wait until my next two things |
| I got to do it with a legend and a picture in my mag |
| Soon as you make comparisons, I switch it on your ass |
| Who I sound like today? Eenie-meanie-minee-mo |
| I got presents like X-Mas, I’m the shit, Heidi ho |
| I don’t know any living human being breathing oxygen |
| And put it on the line and have his shine be a constant thing |
| Because my money on my mind and these shawties wanna back it up |
| Because I’m on my grind, when inspiration hit me |
| I get rich or die trying, 50, I been dope since I was writing squigglies |
| Could never form a sentence, I was never on my period |
| Was always told stop but I was never hearing it |
| I tuned 'em out, I was writing so severe, kinda like a yacht |
| Too pricy for my peers, I made 'em all believers through radio receivers |
| My skill was never ever debated on my features |
| I’m a sure bet 'cause one line did 'em all, rest in peace Punisher |
| My one mic will settle scores, bars like javelins |
| Criticize never more, opportunity’s hammering |
| Think I need to get the door 'cause y’all Batman and I’m Rawshack |
| When Laws on, think pardon John four track |
| The kid’s got variety like all that, sicker than a bald cat |
| Overgrown ball cap, hospital gown, get well soon balloons |
| But on a lighter note like the room’s getting smaller |
| Maybe I’m getting bigger, took over the net in two months |
| How you figure? Got these other spitters barely hanging on |
| Like the clothes of a wigger and my live show crowd throwing bows in the center |
| I’m calling up my mother, she knows her son is a winner |
| Telling me to change the world but be home for your dinner |
| And rap was my lady but she would never take it slow |
| Well now she needs saving, well I’m not Captain Save A Ho |
| So if I switch, you know I did it on purpose |
| I murdered this, not even my breakdowns are nervous |