Mickey Factz
Over Here
[Intro:]
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

[Verse 1:]
Sup
You don’t f**k with a n*gga no more
How could you not f**k 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 f**k is wrong with you
Hands up in the air if you relate then
Dealing with the same dumb situation
Help a mother f**ker out and don’t say sh*t 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 sh*t going on
[Chorus:]
I see them f**k n*ggas over there
We don’t f**k with n*ggas over there
I see them f**k n*ggas over there
We don’t f**k with n*ggas over there
Over here over there over there over there
See them f**k n*ggas over there
We don’t f**k with n*ggas over there
See them f**k n*ggas over there
We don’t f**k with n*ggas over there
Over there over there over there over there

[Verse 2:]
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 sh*t 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 pu**y 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
B*t*h 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 sh*t real
I never get mad
But n*ggas out here got it f**ked 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
[Chorus]