OvaThere Willis

[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]