Overhead

Hol up, here comes a new challenger Cheesin cus Ion speak rapper vernacular Like I won't take ya whip in the lane that you stayin in Regardless of ya caliber And turn you into a passenger With my yung nigga Jiggy, plus a Blicky Shorty trinna give me hickeys in ya Acura Give a f*ck what determining factors was, long as she sap my nuts On my A game minus a game, I aint playin Like a PS5 on release day, what I'm sayin Better prep yaself for the next best Wreck yaself, if ya wavelength aint the same And bitch, don't mispronounce my name If I'm saved in ya phone, tell Siri, It's Da•Rone If not and ya trinna hit my line, best ya dont, 'foe I Pop up at ya home, an give ya shorty good reason to leave ya lone My type shyt make a nigga too ghost Like a quick sprint and a splint in ya shin bone Still win, Call me Michael, moving this slow Halloween shyt, better let the kids know I aint sayin I'm the best in the game But I am saying my build is meta than a bitch tho And that's moddest, I aint even talkin shit so Imagine if I did everything that I'm here 'foe I am not some Rap Jesus And I dont make music for cap reasons Nigga spit like this cus the love in the craft Make a nigga write like i work @ Genius Look, Peep rhythm and poetry, how I see it She aint fuckin with nobody like she carrying a fetus Finna change rap's life and give her the act right Like the last rapper been giving her bad penis Overhead on these hoes They dont even much know Air traffic tense than a bitch And I been got places to go Got a whole UAV but no Drone I aint fightin no road Energy on a higher medium Spell it out for yall, no Artist only circle All my niggas on Go Aint nobody do POV's But my Niggas better go pro Out chea chasin my P.A.D You at DCU with yo B.O.B And shidd, they dont even much know Overhead on these hoes I know ya heard life's a bitch But we expanding on what they meant I been searching for purpose since a kid Wondering why the phrase is this And yea, I be seeing people juggling lives Steady 9-5, still selling shyt on the side But shidd, them people business aint mine just making correlation to the theory of mine, pay me no mind Juggling just aint for me Fucked up, caught up, with my black jeans too below my knee to flee I cant even do nothing but fuckin plee And I'm doin more time if Ion admit guilty Honest, cus I hate to lie I lead different lives, unlike entrées, they all sides No commitment issues, really im tied Just aint found nothing worth uprgading to mine So till then, I'll do my dirt, I put in work, Until life gimme what I want, then swerve Or maybe I can do framework, But That type of life Already urked my nerve So f*ck it, imma stay in the matrix Do for me what life cant, like masturbation Or meditation, self simulation I'm hella off track, but my explination Most times the plight of everyday mundane Numbs brains, but what if you play some Coltrane Something for ya energy, issa soul thang And watch how ya everything gon change Shit can be better day and night But how you manage might change ya life Just be willing to take advice, like Life's a Baddie if you treat her right Overhead on these hoes They dont even much know Air traffic tense than a bitch And I been got places to go Got a whole UAV but no Drone I aint fightin no road Energy on a higher medium Spell it out for yall, no Artist only circle All my niggas on Go Aint nobody do POV's But my Niggas better go pro Out chea chasin my P.A.D You at DCU with yo B.O.B And shidd, they dont even much know Overhead on these hoes Gifted, no need to mention Talent like Chris's bitches Abundant, Ya ears resemble pistons Shifting from the lyrical ignition On an average day, I'd just sit and listen Straying from the competition But today, imma talk some big shit Cus nobody finna prove me different See I'm the modern day Shakespeare level of a great here Simply looking for next year's Mozart So we can get closer to what we hold dear Making Magnum Opiuses and dope art Only thing a nigga need is Dre or Z And I could run the world, could you just think If Master P, would mastered me, I'd a fuckin a masterpiece Who coming after me They wanna be my friend, in my ear Tellin me that i'm better than all my peers Prayin on my fall, hating on my hard work Trying get over throughout all my years Condoms fam, yes men And them fake friends get to steppin bih Cus all the cockblockin in the world Aint finna stop me from gettin in Fans tellin me to pick a side Say, what lane do you occupy And if ya answer dont resonate They gon shelve ya drive, straight mummified You finna run it like Pound Cake Or trying not to dissapoint Nas I had to pause. Nah, I dont Gang Bang I put á Trois in Ménage Overhead on these hoes They dont even much know Air traffic tense than a bitch And I been got places to go Got a whole UAV but no Drone I aint fightin no road Energy on a higher medium Spell it out for yall, no Artist only circle All my niggas on Go Aint nobody do POV's But my Niggas better go pro Out chea chasin my P.A.D You at DCU with yo B.O.B And shidd, they dont even much know Overhead on these hoes