O.T. Lyrics

Working on my rhymes like it's overtime

I'm just slanging lines I got too much drive

The way I run MCs like a suicide

But I'm too alive to be scrutinized

For what I say so hit the jay

Like Michael J

Or Mary Jane

Like a king but not Lebron James

But I rock the Nikes you best believe

Everybody want to be a player now

But ain't got the drive they ain't boxing out

They're just talking shit you might draw a foul

And that's technical you'll get taken out

There's no vacant route so I'm driving in

You were manning up but no match for this

Standing tough like I set a pick

Lay it up and then dab for pics

Ha

I'm focused

Shooter with range and I'm getting some change in my lane

You're hopeless

Crossing and breaking they're ankles the angles of which

I'm projecting the rock is amazing

You're calling out shots but I'm banking it soft

And proceed to get stops but no cops in my area

Scarier thought's getting shot when you carrying

But no baggage to bare me with

In the game but won't marry it

And the fame is some fairy shit

Know that greed comes with a lariat

Ah

But I'm still climbing the ladder

Got something to prove so I'm sticking to rapping

I'm doing the moves that you couldn't fathom if anyone asks though

I say it just happened

Like

All these players want to shine want to shine but I

Never pay them any mind any mind I just

Swish

Hit the J and fade away

I'm walking on the clouds coming down to get the pay

I said now

All these players want to shine want to shine but I

Never pay them any mind any mind I just

Swish

Hit the J and fade away

I'm walking on the clouds coming down to get the pay

Ay