[Chorus]
Workin' like I'm workin' overtime
I said, "Workin' like I'm workin' overtime"
Bring it back now, woo!
Workin' like I'm workin' overtime
All the time, I get mine
Stayin' steady on the grind like
Workin' like I'm workin' overtime
I said, "Workin' like I'm workin' overtime"
Bring it back now
Workin' like I'm workin' overtime
All the time, I get mine
Stayin' steady on the grind

[Verse 1]
You want that really real
Shoot to kill
Never cut a deal
Got the steering wheel
Dom Toretto, drivin' in Brazil
Tell me how you feel
'Bout to make a mill, that's on the real
Get up in the hills, eating bigger meals, but still
That ain't someone who I'll ever be
Since elementary, at the spelling bee
They remember me, always did believe
Heart be on my sleeve, got the melodies
That's why all my bars be as
Cold as December be
All these rappers overrated
Swear that everything they say is exaggerated
I'm not your homie or your bro, we are not related
So, who wrote the last song, since your so creative?
Yeah, that's what I thought
These rappers paid for and bought
I don't give a fuck, that go for anyone at the top
I've been makin' hits, still recordin' at the same spot
To my haters: I'm becomin' everything you said I'm not!
[Chorus]
Workin' like I'm workin' overtime
I said, "Workin' like I'm workin' overtime"
Bring it back now, woo!
Workin' like I'm workin' overtime
All the time, I get mine
Stayin' steady on the grind like
Workin' like I'm workin' overtime
I said, "Workin' like I'm workin' overtime"
Bring it back now
Workin' like I'm workin' overtime
All the time, I get mine
Stayin' steady on the grind

[Verse 2]
Started off, they took advantage of me, yeah
Now they reaching for a handout from me, huh!?
Remember, Cayman stole some money too
My favorite artist, guess he never seen what I would do
But it's cool, got the W, my numbers double you
Just in case you listen, I'ma throw a nice, "Fuck you"
Tables turn, little bitch, now like who above who?
I don't trust nobody, I don't even trust what's on the news
Get any girl I'd like to
Now that your focused, here's what I do
I spit these bars so fast like a drive-thru
Lyrical poems, yeah, something like a haiku
Okay, rippin' it down
Cold as the temperature now
I am not messin' around
Really got it, like I really got it
Got the records stacking up, ready to pounce
'Bout to announce, people get so caught up talkin' bout the whole payment amount
Straight from the mouth, look at 'em now
Bigger, bigger, with the same sound
Yeah, and I'm not changin' either, woo!
I wish that I could show my old teachers
Tried to tell me I would never make it, oh, man!
Now everybody hit me up for features
Got the rhythm in my blood like my grandpa does
When I first started, no one listen; now I got a buzz
People always countin' out the kid and that's okay with us
Different from the rest these rappers, lookin' like a straight flush
All of them the same, Gucci-Gucci Gang
Say the same thing, get some stupid fame
I'm gettin' sick of all this wack ass rap
I don't think it's talent, I think it's incredibly lame, yeah
That's a lane I won't never be near
Speak the truth, even if it end my career
So play it back, I'm always stay ahead of the pack
I gotta hunch, '18 is gonna be my year!
[Chorus]
Workin' like I'm workin' overtime
I said, "Workin' like I'm workin' overtime"
Bring it back now, woo!
Workin' like I'm workin' overtime
All the time, I get mine
Stayin' steady on the grind like
Workin' like I'm workin' overtime
I said, "Workin' like I'm workin' overtime"
Bring it back now
Workin' like I'm workin' overtime
All the time, I get mine
Stayin' steady on the grind