P is my Passion Lyrics

It's worth billions

Now so are you

But I always say, keep your friends rich

And your enemies rich

And wait to find out which is which

I wish you knew

I wish you (Aye)

I wish you knew

Aye aye aye

I don't get why they hating the bass

Stick to the memes and stay in yo place

Ain't too much comp for me left to erase

Krispy Kreming— all they know is to glaze

I'm running up commas, buy my mom a place

Running up Virgil, quotations on the "Lace"

Get my boy Tay, to hit with the K, now all my oppas be doing the race

'Crib is a bakery, stay with the bread

Run up on Preme, get hit with some lead

I got an animal— ain't talking Ted

But a beast from the East with a switch and it spread

They saw us pull up, POV from they ends

On some Carti— was a whole lotta red

Laser hit the cheek, aim assist to the head

I don't know about peace but we put him to rest

Game head, all I do is level up

Like a Nintendo, 64 guns

Infamous in a second, like the son

After I've won, I greet a "Well Done"

Hermès waist, Helios wrist— big sun

Eating good way too fast, dropping hits like they crumbs

If I'm doing the dash, no steal— home run

'Cuz I got the cash that turn a runt into a sum

I don't fight or wrestle I ain't the undertaker (Nope)

I'll come in peace, but I keep the peacemaker (Yup)

I'm up and you gang? That's flaw, you a stranger

12 tracks on the album, 12 shots in my chamber

I ain't on yo track, so stay on yo traction

Paparazzi's spazzin' when I rep my fashion

I break bread today, 'cuz we used to ration

It's a new age Preme, staying P is my Passion

Yeah

Staying P is my Passion

'Member back in the day, none to the bone, used to look like we fastin'

Now what can I say, woke up with the cheese— fall asleep in some satin

She begging to stay, promised to ride, I couldn't stop laughing (I see through the lies)

I got up my weight, no selling my soul, they using Aladdin

No shortcut to the fame, I learned the hard way, no shame in the planning

I hop in a chop, carry the chop, Big H when I'm landing (Heli-pad)

I worked on my mind, put in the time, now the whips is Italian (Is that a Maserati)

It's no wonder, I made it this far

You look at my shoes, rocking my trues

Screws getting loose after dealing with scars

I take off my top (Why?)

Just to see the stars

Reminiscent of benefiting off Aces— people who really had heart

Please don't take my path (Preme, Preme, Preme)

Lil' jit, it ain't smart

Looked chance in the eye, I rolled up the die

Was blessed up to blow with your boy's dealt-up card

The tech, (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Make him shake like some flan

See me on the news, rep Jimmy Choo

I got more Chrome Hearts than the hearts on my gram

Preme, yeah, walk inside like the man

I paint the town red, but my AP on blue

My uzi want you

I look like Uncle Sam

I'll run up a M (then what?), then do it again

The bag is too cake— What's there left to say

When you living like me who gets paid off the pen

On Daytona Beach (where?), with a Daytona Tan

Icing the mess outta best— they killing the stress

So I show no hes' spending bands

The aces with me (of course)

Hope y'all ain't forget

Daytona Dreams Daytona Dreams

I say it again with my chest no regret

(That it?)