[Intro: Christbearer]
Yeah (19x)
[Chorus 2X: Christbearer]
Drama, drama, that's what they call it
Drama, drama, b**hes and n***as servin'
Drama, drama, that's what they call it
Drama, drama, don't even come to me with
[Christbearer]
Them b**hes servin' drama, to the young Dhali Llama
Even stressing out my mama
I'mma trip, like my n***a Big Kip
When he had to put it down, servin' pounds of the chronic
n***a, drama is a muthaf**a
b**hes 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 n***a, you gotta pay me"
I'm like, b**h, now I done heard it all before
While I was f**in', you was givin' up the drawers galore
Don't even come at me with drama
I told them n***as in the Palmer, you f**s 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, n***as 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 sh**, watch your skin rib torment
My n***as hate the government, I'm just a criminal rhyming over instrumentals
[Interlude: Christbearer]
Yo f** that sh**, that b**h talking bout "That's my baby" (drama)
My moms said that b**h calling me like six times (drama)
This n***a 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 sh**, after I end it
These funny a** n***as talk sh**, and I'mma end it
I'm k**ing the cypher with one word, you f**ing nerds
Getting what, ever deserve, we mix and serve
I rock mics, just to get on, ending your song
With a "f** 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, n***a 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 f** 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 a** 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 a** out these jay's, like a West Coast crew gon' do
Ain't sh** new to this Suave don see, gritty and bring
Hit rocks or bomb green, crisp and clean
Like bills, now going up like k**s 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
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