How I'm feelin', 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 tryin' 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 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 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 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 tryin' 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 (whoo) don't love me, baby They're tryin' to take you away from me Only over my dead body Three in the morning, still goin' down (this is-) Oh, yeah (this is for you buster-ass niggas who wanna do me) It's that nigga E-S-motherfuckin'-Gizzy