OvaThere

[Verse 1]

Whatchu talkin bout there? ova there? If you scared, would you care? Would you stare at the kid?
I don’t really be prepared, so beware of the free. I be what I be
Local social totem, the way that nobody know him
Go to parties spitting verses just to show ‘em that I wrote ‘em, so here they go homie, hold ‘em
Fair of the skin and embarrassed a bit, and he scared to admit why he scared of the shit
They like “man, you a bitch. Ima hand you the fist.” Hold up. Holdup with the shit
Ironic are a pair of skinny jeans and low Vans at a trap rap party, they gon party wit da xans
Party wit da xans, party party in ya pants, never party wit a lady that’ll party witcha mans..
Cause she burnin, she burnin, she gon return you to a virgin, better walk away fast, smoke a blunt in the back
So whatchu talkin bout there? Ova there? You a muhfuckin’ scarecrow
I ain't really gotta compete with this, ‘cause it seems that this is something they know
I ain't never make plans again. I planned to win, and I did the damn thang
I dont give a screw loose what the goofs think. Who speak there? Ova there?
What do you think?

[Hook]
What do you think bout me?
What do you think bout this?
What do you think I’d be if I ain't have rap music as an outlet?
Would I be ova there? Or would I stay right here?
Where I do what I love, where I speak what I feel, where I face what I fear

[Verse 2]

Ova there they goin’ whole outta pocket. I’m in a lane with the same lame names
Ova there they all scared of the silence. Cherry bomb brain, finna maintain sane
Finna grip the grain while I ride slow.. its impossible for them to not know..
That Willis be the bees knees over three g’s, poppin’ off punk rock type tip, CBGB’s
And he keep frees in the back of his mind when he unwind, only one mind, give it some time
Ima be living the fine life in the twilight with the stuff I like and the people I love
Errybody know wassup! Young Hollywood killa
Nobody would listen till he stuck a dolla bill up
Nobody would fuck him till he talked to women iller
But everybody loved his beats. Rest in peace Dilla!
Whatchu talkin bout there? ova there? They compare and compare till they weary and bare
I’m impaired when it comes to declaring a chair where I sit, where I stand, ‘cause they don’t be aware
I be smoking a square outside with the G’s tho
People pushing bricks like Shaquille at the free throw.
And I been aware, let them mothafuckas have a little room ova there
And i’ll stay right here

[Hook]
What do you think bout me?
What do you think bout this?
What do you think I’d be if I ain't have rap music as an outlet?
Would I be ova there? Or would I stay right here?
Where I do what I love, where I speak what I feel, where I face what I fear