Passion Musik

Passion Fuck you thought it was Fuck you thought it was Hahaha yea boy Yo Morally packing Coming more with some action Restoring the passion I'm tryna reach the core demographic "Your youngins is yapping Making noise and making less traction Causing a massive decline In the satisfaction of rapping" Oh won't you tell me what happened? You best believe i deplore The absence of intelligence that you have Like a screw loose Or a button undone in your head You into fashion You catching me wear these baggy jeans Assuming I 'm saggin' Just like my ass hasn't had enough Of all of this capping Allof these causal interactions ain't happen I'm tired of dappin' I'm tired of the way they be acting Like they get a subtle pass for passion Who is you gassin? You maxing it nigga Maximum limit, amount of digits Like they taking some pictures 'Bout the shit you had got into Go and clear your mental Even tho you was the one that sent you It's still detrimental Damaging like teeth at the dental We do not get you, bitch We got the drive, it ain't gentle Like a pickup truck it you The drive is harder to get to Like an orange rectangle I'm feeling rugged and tangled We don't push up where you stay Because we probably been through Just take me back to my sunny mornings and cockroaches Boy I'm from the coldest city on earth Where my heart froze, need AC's on parked rovers Just to feel the spark Just to feel accomplished shit get serious When isolation infiltrates the darkness You get paid by the hour I'm paid by every double entendre, syllable I rhyme Joints that spark up my track So I pack heat in every comma Try attract seats yo ass See me killing it harder My soul rich so no doubt I pay homage like Mach More dissin' no kidding you pay in karma by dark Coalition so promising you honoring the art So obsessive with my competition Farming what I put in the soil Come the season and I'm reaping the harvest And when I said it i meant it boy I'm keeping my promise Seems the sediment done shifted regardless Of if I kissed ass and brown-nosed yo favorite artist What the fuck, jay! I got my stuff paid 'Zoba, fuck if they okay Pull up on 'em with knowledge And leave their ass in disarray All my fervent ways will amplify the map That's leading to our destination