North Star - Drama lyrics

[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 [Chorus 2X]