Outro

[Intro]
Aye, hm, yah, hm
(The Real Child of Drama)
Yeah
Yeah, aye aye, yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah

[Verse 1]
Still feel like Thug on Thugger
Free all my niggas out the jam
Free YSL out the jam man, free all my niggas right now
She be acting a fool, but I love her
'Till I drop dead nigga, on the ground
Hating and broke, don't make a sound, eughh
(The Real Child of Drama)
I know she wish for the worst
I know she wish for a curse
I put that shit in reverse
(The Real Child of Drama)
I like it, I love when she lurk
'Cause I got some bands on me
I got your bitches on me
I got the women on me, walk in the bank, ATM got a limit on me
Rapping like going to war
I might gotta keep it on me
Studio me and my nigga
It was just me and Brody
My niggas was trained to shoot
They might do you like holy moly
My niggas might lace up they boots
Mm, my niggas, they do you dirty