Original lyrics

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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