Over My Dead Body (Drake Only) lyrics

[Sample Instrumental]

[Verse 1]
I think I killed e'rybody in the game last year
Man, f*ck it, I was on, though
And I thought I found the girl of my dreams at the strip club
Mmm-mmm, f*ck it, I was wrong, though
Shoutout to all my n*ggas living tax-free
Nowadays, it's six figures when they tax me
Oh well, guess you lose some and win some (Win some)
Long as the outcome is income
You know I want it all and then some
Shoutout to Asian girls, let the lights dim some
Shots came, Ion't know where they was sent from
Prolly some bad hoes I'm 'bout da take the hint from
Yeah, you know me well, n*gga, yeah
I mean, you ain't the only real n*gga
Thеy got me on these whitе women like Seal, n*gga
Slave to the pus*y, but I'm just playing the field, n*gga, 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 sh*t 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 Ion't ever be tripping off of what ain't mine
And I be hearing the sh*t 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
[Sample Instrumental]

[Verse 2]
You say I'm old news, well, who the new star?
'Cause if I'm going anywhere, it's prolly too far
Just performed at the bar mitzvah over in the States
Used half of the money to beat my brother's case
Red wine over fed time
But shoutout to the n*ggas that's doing dead time
And shoutout to the b*tches there when it's bedtime
And f*ck you to the n*ggas that think it's their time
Yeah, don't made me take your life apart, boy
You and whoever the f*ck gave you your start, boy
Oh, you wanna be a muh'f*cking funny guy?
Don't made 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 cha know I feel it now more than ever
My city love me like Mac Dre at 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 cha baby moms last night
We took a picture da 'gether, 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 befo', 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
[Outro]
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