Drama

[Intro: Christbearer] Yeah (19x) [Chorus 2X: Christbearer] Drama, drama, that's what they call it Drama, drama, bitches and niggas servin' Drama, drama, that's what they call it Drama, drama, don't even come to me with [Christbearer] Them bitches servin' drama, to the young Dhali Llama Even stressing out my mama I'mma trip, like my nigga Big Kip When he had to put it down, servin' pounds of the chronic Nigga, drama is a muthafucka Bitches on my coat tail, while I'm bailing through the gutter Comin' at me with a world of geez Like, "It's your baby, and nigga, you gotta pay me" I'm like, bitch, now I done heard it all before While I was fuckin', you was givin' up the drawers galore Don't even come at me with drama I told them niggas in the Palmer, you fucks with Jeff Dahmer [Concept] Aiyo, cedar block, heart stops, raw Glocks pierce the chest Another soul rest, broken spirits are now a walking flesh God bless, relieve my stress, so we bang like migraines Eternal pain, black rain, niggas speak my name Burn 'em in the flames, desperate times, cause, wicked minds Every line I spit, ready for apocalypse, hard to hit Guard your shit, watch your skin rib torment My niggas hate the government, I'm just a criminal rhyming over instrumentals [Interlude: Christbearer] Yo fuck that shit, that bitch talking bout "That's my baby" (drama) My moms said that bitch calling me like six times (drama) This nigga talking bout he don't got my money, you got my money! [Chorus] [Melo] I'm laying down the best in your clan, Melo's the man Spitting out these razor sharp quotes, ending yo plan Ain't nobody getting no shit, after I end it These funny ass niggas talk shit, and I'mma end it I'm killing the cypher with one word, you fucking nerds Getting what, ever deserve, we mix and serve I rock mics, just to get on, ending your song With a "fuck you", fax on the blocks, and we gon' touch you Rush you, back to the lab, I get it there My lyrics straight weigh by the gram, nigga I'm dope I got 'em all hanging by ropes, jocking my quotes I got 'em all hanging by ropes, jocking my quotes [Suave] Yo, in this world in time, a young troop like me Comes the P, why the fuck I see like I be Making decisions on Earth, like seen and like a mirage Glamour and glitter, coat it by a layer, sabotage Much land I've seen, ride on this mission for the paper No home for many miles, from this place is much greater And I ain't too far, my own kicking ass self With two g's, two cutties, and two, clips on the shelf So I mash my craft, but yet, still maintain So I'm hardest, I drive it drunk and freaky freaky with Mary Jane Rescope my aim, get it back on cue Kicking ass out these jay's, like a West Coast crew gon' do Ain't shit new to this Suave don see, gritty and bring Hit rocks or bomb green, crisp and clean Like bills, now going up like kills in 'Frisco Or good like Nabisco, those cookies be Looking so nice so I grasp, meaning a bask Continue swooping, that food caught jet lag Now my pants sag, for constant stacking of the dollars What to use your fusion tongue up, and putting a stomp down on drama [Chorus 2X]