Over My Dead Body

How I'm feeling, it doesn't matter

'Cause you know I'm okay

Instead, I ask myself, "Why do you worry?"

When you know, you know I'm the same

I know, I know you don't love me, baby

They're trying to take you away from me

Only over my dead bo—

I think I killed e'rybody in the game last year, man, fuck it, I was on though

And I thought I found the girl of my dreams at a strip club, mmm-mmm, fuck it, I was wrong though

Shout out to all my **** living tax-free

Nowadays, it's six figures when they tax me

Oh well, I guess you lose some and win some

Long as the outcome is income

You know I want it all, and then some

Shout out to Asian girls, let the lights dim some

Shots came, I don't know where they was sent from

Probably some bad hoes I'm 'bout to take the hint from

Yeah, you know me well, ****

Yeah, I mean, you ain't the only real ****

They got me on these white women like Seal, ****

Slave to the pussy, but I'm just playing the field, ****

Yeah, are these people really discussing my career again?

Asking if I'll be going platinum in a year again?

Don't I got the shit the world wanna hear again?

Don't Michael Jordan still got his hoop earring in?

Man, all of your flows bore me, paint-drying

And I don't ever be trippin' off of what ain't mine

And I be hearing the shit you say through the grapevine

But jealousy is just love and hate at the same time

Yeah, it's been that way from the beginning

I just been playing, I ain't even notice I was winning

And this is the only sound you should fear

Man, these kids wear crowns over here, and everything is alright

Oh, I know you don't love me, baby

They're trying to take you away from me

Only over my dead bo—

You say I'm old news, well, who the new star?

'Cause if I'm going anywhere, it's probably too far

Just performed at a Bar Mitzvah over in the States

Used half of the money to beat my brother's case

Red wine over Fed time

Shout out to the **** that's doing dead time

Shout out to the bitches there when it's bedtime

And "Fuck you" to the **** that think it's their time

Yeah, don't make me take your life apart, boy

You and whoever the fuck gave you your start, boy

Oh, you wanna be a motherfucking funny guy?

Don't make me break your Kevin Hart, boy

Yeah, it's whatever

You know, feeling good, living better

I think, maybe I was numb to it last year

But you know I feel it now more than ever

My city love me like Mac Dre in the Bay

Second album, I'm back paving the way

The backpackers are back on the bandwagon like this was my comeback season back, back in the day

And I met your baby moms last night

We took a picture together, I hope she frames it

And I was drinking at the Palms last night

And ended up losing everything that I came with

Yeah, feel like I've been here before, huh?

I still got ten years to go, huh?

And this is the only sound you should fear

Man, these kids wear crowns over here, and everything is alright

Oh, I know you don't love me, baby

They're trying to take you away from me

Only over my dead bo—

Three in the mornin', still goin' down