​nobigdyl. - ​over here lyrics

Dyllie, okay

You think it's all about the swag
(over here) you think it’s all about the bag
(over here) really we just spit the facts
(over here) really you just wouldn't last
(over here)

Hey, hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
Hey, hey hey hey hey hey hey hey new Kid
Yeah

New kid on the block
A Smith & Wesson in my locks (locks)
Head is just a weapon and
I look like static shock
One time for the threads
I got the blessing from my pop (once)
Two times for the paper like
A second Michael Scott
Serpent said the name was
Lucy and she's recruiting
I’ma get the holy lose leaf
And get to shooting
Say you know a better roster
Please introduce me
Indie Tribe the biggest movement
Since freeing Boosie
I came from the clay just
Like I'm Cassius' son
I'ma be the greatest like I'm Ash Ketchum
Yeah, got some living water
I could pass you some
And the way that I be spraying
Gonna have you Harlem shaking like
Shake it, shake it, shake it
I'ma shake it off
Like Taylor, I'm a Saiyan
I'm a spirit bomb
I’m a slayer, I’m a slayer like I play guitar
Just a player with the head
That's like a cinder block

Hey, hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
Turn me up, turn me up
Hey, hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
Let me cut them off

You think it's all about the swag
(over here) you think it’s all about the bag
(over here) really we just spit the facts
(over here) really you just wouldn't last
(over here)

Hey, hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
Hey, hey hey hey hey hey hey hey new Kid
Yeah

You think it’s all about the swag
(over here)
You think it's all about the bag
(over here) really we just spit the facts
(over here) really you just wouldn't last
(over here)

Yeah look
New kid on the block
A Smith & Wesson in my locks
Head is just a weapon and
I look like static shock
One time for the threads
I got the blessing from my pop (once)
Two times for the paper like
A second Michael Scott
Fresh off tour, I got the juice
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bless my Lord, I got the loot
Kiss my boo then hit the booth
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got the force like I was Luke
Not a fool, spit the truth, out my tooth
Yeah take you to really new altitudes, yeah
And my crew got the cool interludes, yeah uh
Made it through out the tomb did I lose
Yeah uh
I hit Marty on the cell, he call me Padawan
Most you rappers don't believe what
You got tatted on
You say the kids are all gimmicks
And we don’t get it
But you just readin' the script
And we really live it
Metaphysics – way I write it
They gon' quote it like the POTUS penned it
Keep my focus on my soul
Not on your own opinion
Got the Tribe all on our skin
And on my golden pendant
So you know the difference yeah

Hey, hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
Hey, hey hey hey hey hey hey hey

You think it's all about the swag
(over here) you think it’s all about the bag
(over here) really we just spit the facts
(over here) really you just wouldn't last
(over here)

Hey, hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
Hey, hey hey hey hey hey hey hey new Kid
Yeah

You think it's all about the swag
(over here)
You think it's all about the bag
(over here) really we just spit the facts
(over here) really you just wouldn't last
(over here)