Overnight - Michael Dean, Caskey

Two steps ahead of the game

(The Avengers)

Pussy, yeah

Man, I’ve been two steps ahead of the game

For a little while now, you know what I’m talking 'bout?

Learn a thing or two

Ayo, this job takes some late nights, stuck in seclusion

Suffering delusion, I’m stuck inside of the music

They confused by my real estate

They wanna see me induced, buying real estate

Tryin' to make a million late, 2013, or sooner

My grind overtime and I’m meditating with users

And addicts and tryin' to produce the magic

You like to stand with your hand out

I don’t owe you one, maggot

You probably sit there in your spare time

Tweeting celebrities, ignoring destiny

All that Tabasco and couldn’t spice up your recipe

Starting line couldn’t get the best of me

You could say it’s over, right?

This ain’t happen overnight

Nah, yeah, I’m two steps ahead of the game

Shit this ain’t come overnight man

This been a long time coming

(2 steps ahead of the game)

Ya’ll was at home tweeting celebrities and shit

Waiting for a handout

(2 steps ahead of the game)

Fuck 'em, bow, rollin' through my city with the trunk, whilin'

In the cut with the funk but I’m done hidin'

Needed time for reflection

The moon never shine right when it’s crescent

My adolescence was stressful

And only in preparation for this, education persists

But I ain’t going to college, homie, I’m taking these trips

'round the globe, I ain’t pissed 'bout a O

That ya owe me from that one time befo'

I’ll give you that and some mo'

See me, I’m hitting Egypt fo' sho

Coppin' shit that you be leasin' fo' sho

I swear you got that type of fire that depletin' the snow

Placing seeds inside the ground, praise to Jesus they grow

I got no reason to show

Love to these local artists who ain’t buy a feature

When I ain’t have money to buy some reefer

But yo, it’s cool, I sleep with one eye open

Next time I meet ya

You could say it’s over, right?

This ain’t happen overnight

Nah, hah, been working hard for a minute

(2 steps ahead of the game)

Shit, ya’ll don’t know what overtime grind is, I swear, dog

(2 steps ahead of the game)

Ya’ll going 60, I’m going 100 in this motherfucker

(2 steps ahead of the game)

Flying past the competition, man

They still wish I fell off, fuck 'em

Man, I’m just sitting here, reading Leviticus

Preaching to the wrong choir, man, somebody come witness this

These records are hit or miss, I swear I hit the booth like Babe Ruth

Tryin' to cop my momma a coupe with a suede roof

A hundred thousand different type of guns, the same juice

A thousand books that worship the sun, still the same truth

Or this is that truth in the sequel

I ain’t one of these deceitful ass rappers who lyin'

I’m just tryin' to show love to my people, everything equal