my mind prod. overpade

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

yea i sent her my song and she didnt (listen)
now im side stepping to my own music up in the kitchen
shawty there got depression and she a victim
and i told her if u stay content wit that youll fail ur mission

back back back your ass up out that fuckin door
i hope u get off work and 20 homeless men all steals your clothes
i hope u try to catch an elevator and the doors all close 
so u have to take the stairs but u slip and stub your toe

she gimme top i say thank you, im so polite
call my fists the electritions cause it might punch out your lights
people never make the food but they always gone ask for bites
keep a staff like donatello, purple headband near my eyes

embodying what i rap now (nowx??)
they told me to keep my head down (down x??)

i dont know at this point
think i need a big joint
wondering whats the point
if we die now
i dont know at this point
think i need a big joint
wondering whats the point
if we die now

my mind prod. overpade

overpade

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