Текст песни Overhead - Kid Vishis , M-Hunt

Over your head
Bars, bars, bars
Over your head
Bars, bars, bars
Over your head
Bars, bars, bars
Over your head

Over your head
Bars, bars, bars
Over your head
Bars, bars, bars
Over your head
Bars, bars, bars
Over your head

It's like when I write
I put in the effort for y'all to sleep on like you listen at night
And the phone falls under you
The lyrics come through with a woosh
I don't even know what to do
Sacrifice my content
Create nonsense
Just to get some more fans like
"Check out this garbage"
Bitch, I just started
I beg your pardon
You don't catch the skill
Fuck, you retarded
I get bombarded
Every other day with hate comments
"Ya music sucks, the rap game gon' each you up"
Bitch, I don't give a fuck
Have you seen the success I got
The press I got
The spotlight gets hot
Talked to TDE, ABC, what not
Bitch, I got the sauce like a can of Motts
But we ain't comparing no apples to oranges
We comparing a genius to idiots
When I take shots you gon' end up with a scarred face cause I rap a lot
Big body like Hasslehoff
I'm too hot for this shit man Tabasco sauce
"You're just saying words"
Fuck bitch, can you not
Let me live my life
Or at least think twice
Look at the facts, got the shit backwards
Like of men and mice
I got the bread
You a small grain, you collecting rice
My bank account is two cubes, got a pair of dice
You living at a hotel hell calling it paradise
And maybe I shouldn't give a shit
With all the shit that's been embedded in my head
But only time I'm getting high is when I bring myself to new heights
Just like Jordan Snipes
Lean your head back just see if it's going
Right

Over your head
Bars, bars, bars
Over your head
Bars, bars, bars
Over your head
Bars, bars, bars
Over your head

Over your head
Bars, bars, bars
Over your head
Bars, bars, bars
Over your head
Bars, bars, bars
Over your head

Over your head like dread locks on a Rasta
Over your head, cause your head's what I'm aimin at
I'm a shotta
Blocka
That's the sound of whats gon' tear your block up
Who the hell gon' stop us if the cops too scared to pop up
Ba-Ba-Bye
He's gonna die tryna stop that guy
We let em fly
Stiff how we leavin em
Only way to communicate is through Ouija boards and a medium
That's how we treatin them niggas
Chop em at the ankle we defeat you niggas
That's how we movin yo
We sending niggas to Heaven
And I ain't talkin bout the studio
I'm a hip hop author
That authorized his authority often
You just known for fast talkin
But this ain't no auction
This is real life
Shawty, get to spillin them pills
Got M fillin like he can body slam a buildin
I got a vicious mindstate
To increase the crime rates
You bein deceased
How I'm safe
If I panic, I do damage
A loose cannon
Nuke in your mom's face
And if there ain't no witnesses
Police dogs can never pick up on my trace
I'm straight
Bitch wait
I got a pistol
I dare you to make a mistake
You tripped and you just fell for the clickbait

Over your head
Bars, bars, bars
Over your head
Bars, bars, bars
Over your head
Bars, bars, bars
Over your head

Over your head
Bars, bars, bars
Over your head
Bars, bars, bars
Over your head
Bars, bars, bars
Over your head