Eightball (8Ball)

Eightball (8Ball) - Drama In My Life lyrics

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Time waits for no one
 But you never could of told me that
 Bowlin' ball nuts and a gat
 But not enough time for me to react
 Cheddar in my possesion
 Livin' in an expedition
 Cheefin' to stop my stressin'
 On the low attraction no attention
 Who in the fuck got nuts enough to come test me, not a soul
 I pack a tool, I'm unjackable, cause I'm always on my toes
 Penny hoes, you know that shit goes
 Loot bring a nigga much love
 In a club, buyin' up all the champagne, high on rich nigga drugs
 Never knew, someone was scopin' me, gettin' close to me
 Tryin' they best to get a hold of me, for my jewelry, and my currency
 But I couldn't see, what was in store for me
 Nigga wanted go to war with me
 My philosophy, it was jealousy, or evil animosity

 Chorus:
 Idiotic tendency to be doin' some shit (drama in my life)
 When a mothafucker cross me like a crucifix (so much, so much, drama in my
 life)
 Noose over loose bitch noodles (drama in my life)
 See me that, that me (drama in my life)
 What you do that (drama in my life)
 Should it come back (drama in my life)
 Give it more with some frequency bitch (drama in my life)
 And if I come back before that shit (so much, so much, drama in my life)
 That's concrete put your shoes in it (drama in my life)

 Ah, what the fuck?
 You need your jaw broke?
 You know why you got shot up
 You can't control that money, or your mouth
 The skies the limit, but you's a illegitimate prick in it
 And I swear to god, oh my and the devil and the angels ain't missin' shit
 Broad as the eye can see
 A black one will rise, and boys so you best watch out for me
 What's stoppin' you?
 The drama in your life is watchin' me
 Better peep your feature (what?)
 Turn in your cleats, cause it's time for the medic
 Bogus hocks and marks, I test it
 Better flex, then dead
 As red as your eyes
 This shit is soul, so its got me
 Gottin' me callin' my guy a nug
 Paper to precious in the faces of death in the pressence
 Of a hundred guys, and a hundred guns

 I'm gonna spit it to you like they told it to me
 See, this world can get colder then a bitch you see how froze it can be, and
 over
 In the, blink of an eye situation
 Based it in hatred
 You can taste it
 It's now how many minutes till you do wrong
 You gone, to the basement
 But I'm faced with
 Niggaz just like me tryin' to replace my placement
 From this shit it looks the shit niggaz don't want no statements
 Yet they on some hate shit
 I'm erasin' my defense
 Helpin' me keep my patience
 Contemplatin' on the moves these sons of bitches makin'
 But the whole disgrace
 They don't know I'm laced with this deed
 Ducked and wrapped in a mass destruction
 I guess this drama in my life is just a reprocussion
 A mothafuckin'

 Chorus

 And my mothafuckin' clutch in a disgustin' world
 Is a gut wrenchin' nothin' fucked up in the cut steady strugglin'
 Puzzled introduction of flux with the cuts from my trouble and this hustle
 Is bubbled engulfed in the governments smugglin'
 Should I give a fuck if then?
 Niggaz don't make it no better with bullshit they speakin'
 See they thinkin' they know the business
 Let a hoe get in change and they ready to pull shit
 Tweakin' heathin' skeekin'
 Hear the demon's shriekin'
 Seekin' my soul to be keepin'
 I'm losin' me to mothafuckers try to see the idiotic tendency to do some
 shit

 Mothafuckers die
 Why ask why when you got concussions and casts
 He the worsts
 And now you know for the pain the baddest habits
 I gon' ride
 Kinetic energies growin' thicker
 Andrenalin rushin' fast
 Slanted fangs from viscious elixers
 I'm crazy deranged
 The nigga knows the deal
 I'm gettin' the thousands, the hundreds, the paper
 To precious the faces of deaths
 I, I, better done it
 That, that mean, when you do bad shit it come back
 Even more confusin' bitch
 And if I come again that means the looser the lips for bitches

 [EightBall]
 The whole moral to my dillema
 How can you expect the unexpected
 Drama in your life
 Can get your life ejected
 Popped out, knocked out, dropped out of the human race
 Memories get erased
 The killer and I standin' face to face
 Now we gotta race, but it ain't no second place in this marathon
 Look what that Anna done, crossed me with some drama son
 Not thinkin' about how loud, my actions speakin'
 Now I'm reapin' what I stole from those

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 Drama in my life
 Drama in my life,
 So much, so much, drama in my life
 Drama in my life,
 Drama in my life
 So much, so much, drama in my life
 Drama in my life
 Drama in my life,
 So much, so much, drama in my life
 Drama in my life
 Drama in my life,
 So much, so much, drama in my life
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