Overtime

You can hate all you want, you can chase a bag

You could do whatever, I'm still winning regardless

I be in the clouds, I'm too high, talking all that shit, is you goin' ride?

Step to the occasion, it's your time, no one else wanna do it, you better rise

This the type of shit to make you insane, we ain't got nothing else to hold our pain

We was forced to grow up at young age, and after that, you wonder why people change?

Why you hating? Chase a bag

I ain't tripping over losing you, lil bitch, I'm good off that

I could tell that you watching every move I make, why are you a fan?

We the ones making big plays while yo ass is sitting in the back