Overtime

Yo yo, you done fucked up motherfucker
Look, look, look

I said I'm back with the hit, they putting this in the playlist
You trash when you spit, you switching up for the placement
Like "Fuck being lyrical, I mumble for payments!"
But that's a low blow, like getting head in the basement
So face it, CHVSE is running the show
I'll uppercut you so hard that the front of you row
It's like a fucking Dax verse, there ain't nothing to show
Some half-arse freestyle where he juggled the flow
Then runs with the dough
And never gives a fuck that he stole
A quick bag from an artist that was destined to grow
So you suck so much, you were destined to blow
And I spit so sick, like it's stuck in my [?]
Look, but why you act petty?
Everybody in my city know I act ready
I got Corn, got Krypt, got Trap on the verse
Even Merks' on the track, down to rap with me
Look, ain't it funny how it works?
You rip me off? 750 for the verse?
Thought I'd never blow up like I did
But I dropped Blackout, started trending, now it hurts
Now the karma's catching up with your past
Because I finally blew up, now I'm dissing your ass
This a fucking man down, you a bitch, it's a fact
You dropped a diss, then said "Sorry!", just kissing his ass
That shit's corny

Better figure it out
In a city, we the illest around
I've been working all my life
But I don't make a sound
Got back up when I feel
Feel like I live in a cell
Putting in overtime
I've been giving 'em hell

Rest in piece Neighborhood Nick, we'll miss you dearly
Since Mac passed away, I ain't been thinking clearly
I know my cousin hear me, even though he ain't near me
I don't fear death no more, just ask Siri
He the most underrated, highly-debated
Everybody always loved to hate him
Ex-girls played him, labels wanna' pay him
I'm making magic on the mic, and I ain't talking Channing Tatum
I'm a mean guy, flow money Steve Jobs though
I feel like Picasso, lock load
Pop goes the weasel
The Ops know, if I wan't it, I cop those
I'm sick of this sicko selling me, [?] doc knows
Where to find that shit, I prescribe that shit
I turn nothing into something, homie, I'm that kid
Doing this for my granny, I don't even need a Grammy
I don't expect you to understand me
Pulling up in a phantom, feeling like Danny
It's a hard knock life, I've been feeling like Annie
Stadiums gon' get packed out, Manny
Now women wanna' give me cheeks, Sandy
Everyday, waking up is the same shit
I think that I been running out of damn patience
I don't really care about your damn playlist
I am not doing this to be famous

Better figure it out
In a city, we the illest around
I've been working all my life
But I don't make a sound
Got back up when I feel
Feel like I live in a cell
Putting in overtime
I've been giving 'em hell

[Merkules:]
Everybody hate the fact I'm winning
I'm the illest, and It's their fault that they just can't admit it
So I'm breaking past the limits, Got a Jason mask and scissors
I'ma turn this to a episode of Breaking Bad, let's get it
Everything that I achieve, I do myself
I'm your dad, and you're looking like my newborn child
Yeah, shut up Skitzo, I'm a schizophrenic too
I've brought a toilet to the studio, I'm shitting in the booth
I load the clip in and I shoot, I blow your ribs across the room
Have the doc pull out a stretcher while your pissing through a tube, yeah
I should've done this a long time ago
But I was busy killing rappers while my were eyes closed
Every time I spit a verse, it's like time just froze
I'm drinking bottles to myself, like "I suppose"
I'm buying sticks that I smoke, so they bicycles
I'm so cold I turn the mic to an icicle
What you gon' do sucker?
We the boss' motherfucker, we don't owe you nothing
We might roll through, stunting in an all-blue Cutlass
Smoking blunts and drinking forty's with some Pac tunes bumping
I'm touring, getting money like it's nobody's business
Fuck a label, I've been able to focus on interest, yeah
'Cause we the illest in town
If you ain't heard of Merk and Skitzo, then figure it out, pussy

Better figure it out
In a city, we the illest around
I've been working all my life
But I don't make a sound
Got back up when I feel
Feel like I live in a cell
Putting in overtime
I've been giving 'em hell