I don't know what's going down on Godby Road Hit Robby Rob on that hip 'cause he got yay for days He fronted me five first and told me Drama fuck them
Tłumaczenie: Dramat. Działka.
[Man:] We just I.D. the suspect as Drama [Chorus x2:] Ya'll niggas been booming birds Fuck what you heard man Ya'll niggas been setting up shop Ain'
feast in the blink of an eye I can-not-jus-ti-fy what's going on - it feels so right when it seems so wrong like a plot hatched in the sweet spot of
be (This goes out to my nigga Q) (Rest in peace, baby) They don't know, who we be (They still ain't ready) What they don't know is The bullshit, the drama
it's getting even harder Tryin' to feed and water my seed, plus teeter-totter Caught up between bein' a father and a prima donna Baby mama drama's screamin
the drama, nothin' can break us Everytime that I turn around Gotta watch my back from these haters, cops and fakers Come with the drama, nothin can break
caught If I lost, it was my fault Took the blame for the whole thing And it was the work, it was my walk To do or double wit the plot then Let a nigga
said to me condescendingly Take a seat, take your life Plot it out in black and white Well, I never lived the dream of the prom kings And the drama queens
order Niggas better play dead, let go play doh I'm about to spray now, fucking with (Aiyo) Sauce Money my nigga, they don't want no drama Motherfucker
was hatred Has Devlin gone soft Does Devlin think he's bad Nah, he thinks he's at the top All your bullshit makes me mad But the drama don't stop So
questions Whoever don't reply, I'm sendin em hollow point blessings Cause I was told at seven on the dot No matter the spot, to execute the plot And
We Creep, creep, creep, and we crawl,crawl Crawl, ballin' on all of y'all Niggas heavy in the game And we connectin' the plots, and we connectin' the plots
[Chorus: Z-Ro] Nigga it don't stop, so keep on flippin your Glock Whether it's drama or not Cause somebody might run up in ya spot, whether you servin
't sweat a thing, swing with no vendetta I rhyme in a graph style, carve every letter To move every B-boy king like Coretta Scott, keep it hot, block once rock The plot
be my Won't you be my We neighbors ya'll Would you be my Could you be my Won't you be my I brings the drama Would you be my Could you be my
scams Veterans is nipped in the butt with large plans Stick up, kids is jumpin' outta played the Dodge Rams to jam You and your man, it's mad drama and
the drama come, you run (Uh) You know what you just done, you done shot off nigga Now you can either check yo' ego at the do' or let The drama unfold
