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?"

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 body

I think I killed everybody in the game last year

Man, fuck it, I was on though

And I thought I found the girl of my dreams at the strip club

Mm-mm, fuck it, I was wrong though

Shout out all to all my niggas livin' tax free

Nowadays, it's six figures when they tax me

Oh well, 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, nigga

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

They got me on these white women like Seal, nigga

Slave to the pussy but I'm just playin' the field nigga, yeah

Are these people really discussin' my career again?

Askin' if I'll be goin' 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 dryin'

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

And I be hearin' 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 beginnin'

I just been playin', I ain't even notice I was winnin'

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 body

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

'Cause if I'm goin' 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

But shout out to the niggas that's doin' dead time

And shout out to the bitches there when it's bedtime

And fuck you to the niggas 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 motherfuckin' funny guy?

Don't make me break your Kevin Hart, boy

Yeah, it's whatever

You know, feelin' good, livin' 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 pavin' 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 drinkin' at the Palms last night

And ended up losin' 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 body

Three in the morning, still going down