Overnight

Yeah, maybe this should just be the intro, like this

That's it, squad, bitch

All these bad bitches

Say they love me, I already know

Check the, check the ring

That's on my finger 'cause I'm married, hoe

There he go, everybody know

That boy pockets is swole

What's good? That sound familiar

Never been here before

Life good, 'cause I just got

Quoted two hundred a show

Oh no, oh no, two hundred a show

Overnight, all this money

That I've been makin', I gave it right back

To all of the people that made me

You know we like that

Don't know why your bitch wanna date me

But I can't fight that

Guess you ain't done shit for her lately

Not on the right track

If I think that shit sound good

I gotta write that

Weed man knockin' on the door

I'll be right back

Pass the shit to 6ix, watch him light that

Hit the studio, record the shit

Then mix the shit, then master it

And then we do the show and they recite that

Bitch, I'm right back

Told 'em 'bout my life, told 'em 'bout my life

Told 'em I was broke as fuck too many nights

Now I see my name up on so many lights

But everybody prolly thinks

This shit done happened, happened, happened

Overnight, people think this how this shit happened

But they never right

Acting like they got it, they got it

But they never quite seem to understand

That this right here deeper than all that

Hustlin' the streets like they trap over–over–overnight

People think this how this shit happened

But they never right

Acting like they got it, they got it

But they never quite seem to understand

That this right here deeper than all that

Hustlin' the streets like they trappin' and burnin'

Tell me how you really feel, how you really feel

All they ever do is hate the boy

But now they know the name

Tell me how you really feel, how you really feel

All they ever do is hate the boy

But now I run the game

Tell me how you really feel, how you really feel

You can hate now all you want

But shit won't ever be the same

Tell me how you really feel, how you really feel

You can hate me, but I'm not the reason

That your life is lame

Tell me, is it really so hard

Really so hard, to be a good person?

Tell me, is it really so hard

Really so hard, to stop acting like a bitch? (Woo)

I treated everybody with respect and now I'm rich (Woo)

I treated everybody with respect

Maybe you got issues with your daddy though

Maybe you was bullied back in high school

Maybe you are just a tool

Maybe you're the reason, you're the reason

The reason I don't fuck with nobody and

Maybe you're the reason, you're the reason

The reason I came up with nobody and

Maybe you're the reason, you're the reason

Everybody think this right here happened

Overnight, people think this how this shit happened

But they never right

Acting like they got it, they got it

But they never quite seem to understand

That this right here deeper than all that

Hustlin' the streets like they trap over–over–overnight

People think this how this shit happened

But they never right

Acting like they got it, they got it

But they never quite seem to understand

That this right here deeper than all that

Hustlin' the streets like they trappin' and burnin' down, shit