Over Here - Mickey Factz

Do me a favor

Turn the lights down low

Yes I mean it real low there we go

Right there right there

Also, see I’m trying to put my lighter up

If you got a lighter turn that joint on

Keep it on

If you don’t got a lighter

Turn your cell phones on

Point it to the TV

It’s Mickey

Let’s go

Sup

You don’t fuck with a n*gga no more

How could you not fuck with me no more

I ain’t stuck in my feelings no more

But let me tell you what did it hold on

I looked out for you

Little Rock got treated like family

I even vouched for you

My n*gga cosigned with a jimmy handy

What the fuck is wrong with you

Hands up in the air if you relate then

Dealing with the same dumb situation

Help a mother fucker out and don’t say shit when you need

Damn that’s cold

I’m in the front seat sitting low playing Kanye West

Drive slow with a screwed up voice cuz a n*gga don’t know

How to feel with somebody that he thought was his bro

Can’t even come through

N*gga got dos

I didn’t put you on shows

I didn’t get a n*gga flows

Guess when you get grown everybody gets bold I don’t know

Can’t lie I shed a tear when I’m alone

Cuz I don’t let people in

I don’t let people know

When you’re playing with art you’re playing with my soul

You playing with my heart I ain’t playing with you dawg

I swear on my mom better get up on your phone

And give a n*gga a call about the shit going on

I see them fuck n*ggas over there

We don’t fuck with n*ggas over there

I see them fuck n*ggas over there

We don’t fuck with n*ggas over there

Over here over there over there over there

See them fuck n*ggas over there

We don’t fuck with n*ggas over there

See them fuck n*ggas over there

We don’t fuck with n*ggas over there

Over there over there over there over there

No no no

Don’t turn the lights up

Leave them where they at

They stay right there

Y’all put your lighters back in the air

Put your phones back in the air

I need to feel that energy

You know what I’m saying

I was talking to Lupe

Other day see we’re trying to change lives

With the shit that we say

Teach people how to rhyme

Gotta teach a new way

Piece of me is like a funeral today

Wrote it all out it’s a beautiful decay

I swear n*ggas phony

It’s tired of my OGs

Guess n*ggas don’t know me

From the Bronx

Where the pussy gets sold on the corner

And the mothers can’t ever find daughters

And the sink never stopped dripping waters

My man Pop got shot for a quarter

Broad daylight no Diane Sawyer

Where a n*gga old bread act like he never saw you

Looking out for yourself everybody is a void

So I got tough skin

Gotta watch you with a n*gga girlfriends

Now I see I gotta start being fake giving cold handshakes for the win

No more pretend don’t call me again

That’s what I told a girl being phony again

Bitch try to front like we homies again No

You can never blow me again

If you a Mickey Factz fan

You know I don’t curse

You know I knows facts

I keep shit real

I never get mad

But n*ggas out here got it fucked up bad

Word of my niece getting tired of you n*ggas

No more no more lying with you n*ggas

No more no more lying with you n*ggas

For real I ain’t even got time for you n*ggas