die in the morning :(

oldie

uh you know i started as a writer, young overpade
and now im blowing up like my last name was bay
im not your boo though baby why your smile fade
im rapping circles round u niggas like im talking gay

in 8th grade i was laid i was casing baes
i was chewing on my words like i missed the taste
but then i got to the crunch llike i was eating lays
whole time i was munching on u niggas plays

cus ur best verse is something that i scrapped
and that excerpt, that hurts something in my back
im an expert, i serve auditory crack
i should text her, cus the better noise come from that

i dont fuck wit people like some beastiality
white people as my close friends an abnormality
why the fuck they dance like they hittin a fatality
i square up right circle him im like a ballerina

bout to be the best
im obsessed with snares and kicks next
your bitch gets undressed make her nut over e-net
i pull out my d next
I cannot be seen yet 
that bitch is a 70 and she thin as a kleenex
e-x
tra nigga
he not her nigga
see that, peep that, key that car (cur) nigga 
be that worst nigga
that she talks about in every story
portal outta town like im fucking rick and morty

look, im bout to leave yall with some words of wisdom
if u really wanna make it gotta cheat the system
cus its meant to hold u down and make you be a victim
if u wanna be great u cant be free in prison

build your reality, brick by brick
layer that shit, you could make a hit like this
be yourself nigga, everybody takes a miss
and if they hate u then hate them, lifes a bitch
dont be a little bitch nigga pick your fucking shit up
get up in that studio and start that stacking bread up 
remember take breaks, stop fucking your head up
u cant be 100 all the time im getting fed up
with you dumb niggas thinking that grinding all the time
is getting you in better places nigga you is still in line
and as long as you dont leave it then you'll get your fucking time
when your number gets called and youre spittin out your rhymes

know that you wont be better than overpade
i put my soul in these tracks like i stomp on braids
i poke holes your bubble im invading space
when i die i need a grr thatll hold my place 
forsure

old-d

godhalf(333)

me 2!

godspeed

gango! (ft. mumble221)

gray. (kick and a snare)

quantum immortality

Moon-e

balance

C’est la vie 
rolling up 2 grams
back when they smokin up some smarties
and blew hate at me like fans
i was mad
i put my fucking foot up on the gas
and i crashed like kids hyped off the sugar on the pan

wouldve been 
a space inside a grave 
wouldve been
a painting on the pavement
i guessed i saved it
man i come from flodded basements
and bank statements
i said id work until im famous 
and keep banging

but now im not even there
i hibernate like a bear
rap niggas tryna spit in my ear
couldnt make me feel a bit of a fear
my parents either dead to me or living up there
in New York where lifes cold, stale, bitter and fair
anyone can get some money if u willing to spare

a life
i steal souls with the edge of a knife
i poke holes in a bed of ur lies
ill make u lie in a 

grave

im never petty back bro
u tryna hit about it
you know where im at hoe
make a brain freeze 
when i get the draCOLD
dont do hey hi’s
if u touch me catch a halo

since ye low
i been better since ye, wrote
cash rules nothing round me
i pulled the ropes
i drove the boat
i made this 
im famous
i pave the road
lose pain like loose change
when life change and grows
like ur roots when ur braids are hanging low
aint nobody can say u dope
nigga whiter than packaged columbian coke
shit!

BALANCE prod. overpade

KIDD KUDDI

uh resurrection this the truth in the flesh 
i put my head down niggas move in stupid events
i think she bent prolly trippin on the shit in my scent
jump out the bed niggas moving like im boppin they head

talk like u mean something else
im not a metaphor
aint a thing in such a pretty world that i dont got a metal for
bitch im really something else 
another enity
a god maybe i dont know 
ill cry me a melody

yeah my speakers stay boomin
bass so low niggas think im sub human
hopping out the yo' to bitches who gone think stupid
yeah u tryna pose pictures for the fake movements

im like what
guess i wanna be my idols
why he reaching for the stars
constantly im getting better
like what redveil did on "mars"
whispers filling up the room
copy listen feel the bars
baby i feel like its truth
cut the fat 
bitch its you
look the stats
z-z-z-zoom
looking back
never two
swallow pride
in a coupe
never riden in the ooh ooh ooh
god damnit god damnit
nigga
listen to me pay attention
it took me to teach a lesson

resurrection this the truth in the flesh 
i put my head down niggas move in stupid events
i think she bent prolly trippin on the shit in my scent
jump out the bed niggas moving like im boppin they head

talk like u mean something else
im not a metaphor
aint a thing in such a pretty world that i dont got a metal for
bitch im really something else 
another enity
a god maybe i dont know 
ill cry me a melody

yeah my speakers stay boomin
bass so low niggas think im sub human
hopping out the yo' to bitches who gone think stupid
yeah u tryna pose pictures for the fake movements

me 2!

overpade

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