Get Over

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes

Verbal remedy, unseen beats

Get up and get over (Get over)

Yeah, that's right, you gotta strive and get what you want

Take what you want in this life

Get over them obstacles that people put in front of you

Yo, Louis, yeah, bring that hood, man

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

He's got to get over, yeah (Get over, oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah, yeah)

Break away from this shit face day to day

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

He's got to get over, yeah (Get over, oh yeah, oh yeah)

I don't take no hits, I might take notes

I might tell you to get over

And take any beef that you serve with this chip on my shoulder

Yeah, I'm a cold bread, bruv, you shouldn't go there

I'll leave you living in the wastelands of nowhere

I try to climb but these snakes wanna pull me down

There's no ladders, only daggers with these fools around

But yeah, I'm moving now, big up Louis Sound

I played the beat, grabbed my pen and it moved me out

So now we coming with that fresh vibe

Unseen beats, my speech, it's no secret that we get live

And we ain't bothered by these vex types

Getting over obstacles like that leg on your skit wife

On the rise like damp in your flat, bruv

We aim to put the Southwest on the map 'cause

SOS, put it down, you can't touch this

I'm over shit quick like a bitch that I fucked with

He's got to get over, over, over, over

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (He's got to get over, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah, yeah)

Break away from this shit-face day to day

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (He's got to get over, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah)

I don't take no hits on my own plate, yums

I'm getting over all the hate now

And bait clowns who run their guns but never say now

And too much talk in this game like charades

Blurting out the words but don't stop to think, okay

Now I've set it down, time to move it on

The bullshit don't watch 'cause the movie's long

So you should cue my song, play that shit live

In the club or on air, I've got that sick vibe

So sit tight like a minor on a pitch strike

I'm bringing dope lines, just by reading them you'll get high

And I don't worry 'bout that next guy

I bring the heat every time like the evenings with the red sky

Set to blowing the scene like I'm C4

I seem sure, 'cause I know you wanna see more

So reach a show and you'll see me

Or get over to the store, mate, and pick up my CD

(He's got to get over, over, over, over)

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

(He's got to get over, oh yeah, oh yeah)

Break away from this shit, fake shit and date me

(Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

(He's got to get over, oh yeah, oh yeah)

I don't take a piss when I ain't playing games