OverCame lyrics

by

Paul Wall


[Intro: BENNY THE BUTCHER]
Statik Selektah
Uh, I guess this what gospel music for street n*ggas sound like
Ahh, okay
Mhm, yuh, yuh

[Verse 1: BENNY THE BUTCHER]
I did this for y'all n*ggas, reflection of raw dealers
This year I'm tucking two point four if the Lord willin'
Flood the Rollie face and hope I can shake off the poor feeling
Where they kill over hoods to do nothing but starve in it
I used to think dope was my calling, that's small business
I'ma open up a grocery store and put jobs in it
If y'all n*ggas wanna be popular, that's y'all business
'Cause the feds putting all the big names in small prisons
Know about them traps and them stoves, them halves and them wholes
Young n*ggas catch what I throw 'em like Patrick Mahomes
A n*gga really dapped up with Cole and patched in with Hov
I left my mama house young, came back with the throne (Yeah)
I used to dress and make sure the vest match with the clothes (Match with the clothes)
Now I'm lit, so all the whips match with the clothes (Skrrt)
I'm bout to bust down the Cuban, get the latch with the stones (Uh-huh)
But I was just selling dog food in traffic with Jones, ahh

[Interlude: Paul Wall]
Paul Wall, Statik
The Butcher and the Champ
Ayy
[Verse 2: Paul Wall]
They say everything happen for a purpose (Purpose)
But thirty years is quite extreme for just a purchase (Purchase)
The wheels of justice tend to move slower than a tortoise (Tortoise)
But the lawyer got his bonus on appeal, they reversed it ('Versed it)
Everything went as planned just as they rehearsed it ('Hearsed it)
Free man acclimatin' well, but living nervous (Nervous), look
It gotta rain before you see where all the leaks are at (Leaks are at)
Loyalty's a rare trait, can we speak to that? (Speak to that?)
Tweak the facts, you too busy tryna tweak the stacks (Stacks)
Keep on speakin' back'll get you stomped like feet to mat (To mat)
Keep the pack and all your people always greet you back (You back)
You worry about what's chicken cheeks of fat, I'm tryna reap the scratch (The scratch)
I chase the sack like Ed Oliver, shout out Don Toliver
Most great leaders first the followers
I coddle the Glock, that which is Polymer
Been on the grind since I was a toddler, just tryna overcome it

[Outro]
They will overcome, they will overcome (They will overcome it)
They will overcome (Overcome), they will overcome ('Come, baby)
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