Lyrics:
to just play ball,
But as time when by, my ball partners they started to fall,
But I was taught by the G from that old school,
As I got older, the old
Pull up at the crib you won't see me at the party
In the stu all by myself cause I don't fuck with anybody
Not a day goes by where I'm ever feeling
chains I could spot biters for acres
Now be gracious, these minstools turn a bully's psycho civil
By dissolving the candy coated image down to the pixels
subliminal amusement games
I'll keep producin' my tunes, never losin' faith
I'm at the point where I avoid this drama spreading
Either you feed into this shit
and a nigga gone fall or back up cus we come with two chromes and act up
like these bitches being counterfeit i'ma bring some drama to your home
like nigga we
KILLAZ
NO HESITILLA DEATH WILL BECOME ALL YOU NIGGAZ
Psycho Drama Do or Die, its self-explanitory muthafucka you will die
some realers come for you,
I
I know I know I know
I know when you lying I can tell by the vibes
I'm really crazy baby don't mess with my mind I know I know I know
I'm just
brushlines on
Bob Ross paintings but this is psycho art
Meaning the portrait would consists
Of body parts of unsuspecting victims
A leg and an arm, a face
Babe i need a gangster
Get me a real thug
Need someone to pick me up in every sense of
A ride or die
Someone to vibe
A boo thang by my side who can
already shiver
I'm nervous not on purpose just by looking at her figure
My psycho killer mind wants a ménage with her
Take it easy boy, better get your mind
on my sweater!
Name on the wall, yeah, you better better not forget it!
I'm a psycho drama queen
Weapons to my enemy!
Got you in my sights!
Bitch,
Be silent
Shhhhh
I'll be loyal to my lady and respect her like my Momma
I won't cheat on her cuz she don't need the Heartbreak or the drama
Short
From Las Vegas to Delaware on down to there
I'm a thousandaire
Mackin' bitches, draggin' em down the strip juss' by they hair
Like "Oh dear!"
Where
don't fake mine, I do this the fair way
Snitches get stitches, blown away and left on display
Hung by the grapevine, I just kicked a chair away
Let me be
No love for the drama
Count up the numbers
Oh shit
Ice on my body
But peep at my neck
Who lit
When i'm around
The bitches on deck
New check
Plain
The people of America is one of the great dramas in human history
Over the years
A massive stream of humanity
45 million people
Crossed every ocean
it's embarrassing
Let me pay you a visit, guarantee I will end it, startin' wit your life
Live and die by the knife
Live and die by the sword
If I could
While you're dressing in skirts it's embarrassing
Let me pay you a visit, guarantee I will end it, starting with your life
Live and die by the knife
Live
the only way that we brag
But got no dayz off
Work Work Rihanna, no dramas, no commas
Style like a bastard orphan, no father
The rose that grew outta
Red leather jacket and thigh-high boots
Men turn around but I'm gone too soon
Followed by remnants of whispers on the wind
The villain in the stories
to get by
See you just trying to be fly
Until I jack you for your Mike Amiri
Please excuse the aura
I bring horror bitch my life is scary
You might can't
toes
Horns and halos
Wicked whit wings
And pointed tails
Devil's eyes and nine inch nails
Nocturnal renegades
The eternal drug raid
I go by
don't fake mine, I do this the fair way
Snitches get stitches, blown away and left on display
Hung by the grapevine, I just kicked a chair away
Let me be
held three seasons
Imparadised, whilst we writhed
To psycho-dramas penned by aerial decree
Now freed to plunder
Heaven torn asunder
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