Josh MIRK - I'm Over You lyrics

[Verse 1-JPlus] My crew's official, super lyrical Never been a snitch, you blew the whistle I'ma blow up like I drew a missile Then I transform like Lou Farigno Hi Hater, bye hater Do me a favor, Die hater MVP, star player You n***as can't breath, Darth vader Who's a b**h? You's a b**h Y'all been crossed, crucifix How you compete with dude like this? I spit phlegm, Mucinex You impressed? Don't mess With a n***a that came from the projects Now I'm on stage doing pro sets And y'all get no play like no s** I came from the rats and the roaches Now I'm in show biz No coat checks Y'all take breaks like every second I glide on time like a rolex Now I see it clearly, no specs On my grown sh**, got no stress Only so much you can pick on a n***a Till I'm bad to the bone with no flesh Catch me in the club, sipping liquor with a bad b**h Y'all n***as ain't got hoes yet Gotta big mouth, till the n***a get f**ed up Now I don't hear you talkin no sh** (nah) Now I'm in my zone, how you let me get that? I spit fresh like I popped a tic tac Your album flopped, no n***a your sh**'s whack Now my turn to hit back, drop that [Hook-Noemi Escobar] I know I hold it down You know I know I do I got no time for haters say goodbye I'm over you You talkin hella sh** But we both know the truth I got no time for haters say goodbye I'm over you I… I'm over you I… I'm over you I got no time for haters Say goodbye I'm over you I… I'm over you I… I'm over you I got no time for haters Say goodbye I'm over you [Verse 2-JPlus] Ya boy at it again, I'm back again Still show and prove I ain't bad with the pen Still k** tracks stating facts again And y'all still act like sh**'s an accident Had to hit y'all with a cla**ic jam So I can take y'all n***as back to cla** again There will be none like J after him That's why I really had to laugh at your last attempt Got the pa**ion in me You ain't rappin with me Then you rap against me Man, and that's a pity Cause I rep my city And I'm bad and gritty And you're whack is sh**ty What happened man? Ya goon' to have to dead me If you basterds diss me Lil f*ggot sissy Why you acting b**hy? Matter fact Sin-City Please pa** the spliffy While I pack the blickie with the gat in hand Got the weapon with me When I'm bent and pissy Then my trigger finger is a little extra itchy You can't stand my reign, so I put you in a black bag Now you looking like you tryin to rap with Missy And where your body ends up That's the mystery I throw you in the river and rest is history 518, they request me quickly So you are now rocking with the best, you miss me? My destiny's to bring the best out in me And I could give a f** about your next opinion And I'm addressing every single man and woman When everybody tried to say I can't, I couldn't But I could tell you there was not a chance I wouldn't I paused for a second like, “Damn I shouldn't” But the door to this rap game's similar to your a** I saw it cracked open and I smashed my foot in (let's go!)