Overtime On My Mind

[Intro]
Back then
Pocket lint
Now it’s bands
That’s a flip (yeah)
[Verse 1]
Alarm hit six, I ain’t hit snooze
Same hoodie, same shoes, I just paid dues
Used to split fries, now we split checks
Whole crew eatin’, that’s a bench press
First in the lab when the sun come
Last to leave when the night done
I was countin’ coins at the bus stop
Now my mom count blessings ‘cause the rent locked
[Chorus]
This that hustle, this that grind
Turn that overtime to shine
If it don’t make sense, it don’t make dime
I need money on my mind, money on my mind (yeah)
Stack it up and then recline
But I work like I’m behind
I was prayin’ for a sign
Now it’s money on my mind, money on my mind
[Verse 2]
Clock say break, I don’t take those
I just plot moves, I just chase goals
Turned every “nah” to a lesson
Every bad month to a blessing
They was laughin’ at the vision, now they quiet
Tried to buy the blueprint, couldn’t buy it
You gon’ see the grind long ‘fore you see the glory
Every scar on my hand tell a story
[Chorus]
This that hustle, this that grind
Turn that overtime to shine
If it don’t make sense, it don’t make dime
I need money on my mind, money on my mind (woah)
Stack it up and then recline
But I work like I’m behind
I was prayin’ for a sign
Now it’s money on my mind, money on my mind

rap, Dark trap beat, rolling hi-hats, and booming low-end. Male vocals with a tight, rhythmic delivery; verses stay close and conversational, chorus widens with stacked ad-libs and octave doubles. Subtle orchestral stabs and filtered vocal chops lift into the hook, then drop back to a sparse groove for the bars. Energy builds each chorus, final hook hits hardest with extra harmonies and a more open mix., hip hop