I'm getting sick of it
Lunchly taking blows
They roast me on their shows
Watch the hate 'cause it just grows
Low IQ they say
But you know how it goes
40 milly kids
I'm too busy stackin' dough
I got my prime
And now they lining out the door
They beg their moms
Then drink it up
And ask for more
Can't find it anywhere
Sold out at every store
For my ops unscrew the cap
And let it pour

Whoa-oh-oh
This is how the drama rose
Whoa-oh-oh
I guess this is how the drama rose

From the tweet
To the ring
To the three
To Lunchly
Why so mad ain't no sin
You're just salty when I win
See I believe that this lunch kits
Just the start
Your girl I stacked her
While I'm climbing in the charts

Whoa-oh-oh
This is how the drama rose
Whoa-oh-oh
I guess this is how the drama rose