The drama just goes on and on   Drama be just part of my life   It's been like that since I was born   Yes I can run but I can't hide   Gonna be like that until I'm gone   Drama always seems to find me, find me, find me      Roll down my family tree with me   Give it up page to page   We never no stuggles   I never knew no hustlers like my   Daddy and Mamma so I   Gotta drop my P's   But I think way back in the day now   When moms and pops had my back   They stayed down   And gave us a place to lay down   But then   Then when the wind blew in   (?) the crackpot   But lately it's keeping my people up off the hinges   Can I get a witness baby   And I'm off the dope   Cause I'm gonna make me some money my own   Somebody tell me now where we went wrong   I'll bring my family back because they long gone   Now pops don't even come around   But I know pops got problems   Thats why your little niggas still down   With cha   But it hurts to see a family taking a beating   My sisters keep saying they hungry [hungry]   Got to come up on some way to feed em   Big (?) take a ride slide down 71 callin welfare   When the cheque come mom she hound everyone   So bang bang   Gotta get down for my thang   Swang with a my thugsters   Pump, we never did love ya   St. Claire struggler   Here your hustla baby      Chorus x2   I can't get away from all these dramas surrounding me   Hounding me   Heavily coming down on me   Drama be pounding my brain   Calling my name   These demons they seem to be following me   Come in all shapes and sizes   Enemies my friends it don't suprise me   I try to help niggas make better   But they ain't appreciate   niggas they rather stay back in the ghetto   Well oh well   If thats how you want it nigga   Then go ahead   But don't fuck with me   I'm up in this bitch like Micahel Jackson   I wish they'de leave me alone   Before I show the other side of me   Bang bang bang bang bang   Thats how it be   Nigga gonna get violent   But if my so-called ex friends wanna try me   Bloody riot    Thats how we like it   You all invited   Get so heated you feel the temperature rising   So heated we spit black flames   4-page article   On the police   Couldn't find that them bitches was particles   For fucking with me   And I'm down to stand on the frontline and get wild   One of the first to get up and get down   Niggas ain't knowin' the anger inside me   And then when I finally snap nigga out   Fuck up your sister your daddy your momma your brother   If you he some drama   C'mon c'mon c'mon.      Chorus x2