| Time waits for no one
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| But you never could of told me that
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| Bowlin' ball nuts and a gat
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| But not enough time for me to react
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| Cheddar in my possesion
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| Livin' in an expedition
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| Cheefin' to stop my stressin'
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| On the low attraction no attention
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| Who in the fuck got nuts enough to come test me, not a soul
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| I pack a tool, I’m unjackable, cause I’m always on my toes
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| Penny hoes, you know that shit goes
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| Loot bring a nigga much love
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| In a club, buyin' up all the champagne, high on rich nigga drugs
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| Never knew, someone was scopin' me, gettin' close to me
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| Tryin' they best to get a hold of me, for my jewelry, and my currency
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| But I couldn’t see, what was in store for me
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| Nigga wanted go to war with me
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| My philosophy, it was jealousy, or evil animosity
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| Idiotic tendency to be doin' some shit (drama in my life)
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| When a mothafucker cross me like a crucifix (so much, so much, drama in my
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| Life)
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| Noose over loose bitch noodles (drama in my life)
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| See me that, that me (drama in my life)
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| What you do that (drama in my life)
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| Should it come back (drama in my life)
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| Give it more with some frequency bitch (drama in my life)
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| And if I come back before that shit (so much, so much, drama in my life)
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| That’s concrete put your shoes in it (drama in my life)
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| Ah, what the fuck?
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| You need your jaw broke?
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| You know why you got shot up
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| You can’t control that money, or your mouth
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| The skies the limit, but you’s a illegitimate prick in it
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| And I swear to god, oh my and the devil and the angels ain’t missin' shit
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| Broad as the eye can see
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| A black one will rise, and boys so you best watch out for me
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| What’s stoppin' you?
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| The drama in your life is watchin' me
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| Better peep your feature (what?)
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| Turn in your cleats, cause it’s time for the medic
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| Bogus hocks and marks, I test it
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| Better flex, then dead
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| As red as your eyes
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| This shit is soul, so its got me
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| Gottin' me callin' my guy a nug
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| Paper to precious in the faces of death in the pressence
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| Of a hundred guys, and a hundred guns
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| I’m gonna spit it to you like they told it to me
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| See, this world can get colder then a bitch you see how froze it can be, and
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| Over
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| In the, blink of an eye situation
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| Based it in hatred
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| You can taste it
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| It’s now how many minutes till you do wrong
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| You gone, to the basement
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| But I’m faced with
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| Niggas just like me tryin' to replace my placement
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| From this shit it looks the shit niggas don’t want no statements
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| Yet they on some hate shit
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| I’m erasin' my defense
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| Helpin' me keep my patience
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| Contemplatin' on the moves these sons of bitches makin'
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| But the whole disgrace
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| They don’t know I’m laced with this deed
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| Ducked and wrapped in a mass destruction
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| I guess this drama in my life is just a reprocussion
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| A mothafuckin'
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| And my mothafuckin' clutch in a disgustin' world
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| Is a gut wrenchin' nothin' fucked up in the cut steady strugglin'
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| Puzzled introduction of flux with the cuts from my trouble and this hustle
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| Is bubbled engulfed in the governments smugglin'
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| Should I give a fuck if then?
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| Niggas don’t make it no better with bullshit they speakin'
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| See they thinkin' they know the business
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| Let a hoe get in change and they ready to pull shit
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| Tweakin' heathin' skeekin'
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| Hear the demon’s shriekin'
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| Seekin' my soul to be keepin'
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| I’m losin' me to mothafuckers try to see the idiotic tendency to do some
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| Shit
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| Mothafuckers die
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| Why ask why when you got concussions and casts
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| He the worsts
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| And now you know for the pain the baddest habits
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| I gon' ride
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| Kinetic energies growin' thicker
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| Andrenalin rushin' fast
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| Slanted fangs from viscious elixers
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| I’m crazy deranged
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| The nigga knows the deal
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| I’m gettin' the thousands, the hundreds, the paper
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| To precious the faces of deaths
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| I, I, better done it
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| That, that mean, when you do bad shit it come back
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| Even more confusin' bitch
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| And if I come again that means the looser the lips for bitches
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| The whole moral to my dillema
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| How can you expect the unexpected
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| Drama in your life
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| Can get your life ejected
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| Popped out, knocked out, dropped out of the human race
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| Memories get erased
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| The killer and I standin' face to face
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| Now we gotta race, but it ain’t no second place in this marathon
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| Look what that Anna done, crossed me with some drama son
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| Not thinkin' about how loud, my actions speakin'
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| Now I’m reapin' what I stole from those
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| Drama in my life
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| Drama in my life
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| So much, so much, drama in my life
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| Drama in my life
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| Drama in my life
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| So much, so much, drama in my life
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| Drama in my life
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| Drama in my life
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| So much, so much, drama in my life
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| Drama in my life
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| Drama in my life
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| So much, so much, drama in my life |