How I'm feelin' it doesn't matter 'Cause you know I'm okay Instead I ask myself "why do you hurt me?" 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 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 Fuck it, I was wrong though Shout out to all my niggas livin' tax free Now-a-days 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 sum Shots came, I don't know where they was sent from Probably some bad hoes about to take the hemp 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 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 earrin' 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 know that I was winnin' And this is the only sound you should fear Man, these kids wear crowns over here and everythin' is alright I know, 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, where, who the new star? 'Cause if I'm goin' anyway, 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 And 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 or 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 mom's 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' everythin' that I came with Yeah, feel like I've been here before, huh? I still got 10 years to go, huh? And this is the only sound you should fear, man These kids wear crowns over here and everythin' is all right I know, I know you don't love me, baby They're trying to take you away from me Only over my dead body
