Lyrics King May - London Jae
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
1 Gunz & Roses (Intro)
2 Back in My Bag
3 O.D.
4 The Dripperz
5 Minute Maid Lemonade
6 Freeze Tag
7 Clarity
8 Blunt Gutz
9 Big Ol' Viral
10 Black Magic
11 No Doubt About It
12 Kobe
13 Witoutcha
14 Str8 Out
15 Song Cry
16 King May
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