Passion Lyrics

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This what they want huh

I'm pose to say some cliche shit like

This what they been waiting on

Nah fuck that, fuck that

(This that passion nigga)

I'ma talk my shit

(This that hunger nigga)

Let me talk my shit

Ya'll niggas gon be made when I'm eating though

The passion & the gift, you can see in appearance

Like the, glow of a nigga, leave you niggas embarrassed

I am, must see like Paris

Can never settle for average

I don't walk with no baggage

But I'm quite in my baggage

I'm pumping up the muscle, cause I'm bouta do damage

My hands with havoc, fingers trigger happy with static

Can't fuck with my magic, hit the enemy with the tragic

On yall mothafucking heads, with a giant's dynamic

Big stepping so manic, flow is organic, trillest of fabric

Draped on my vessel, like the illest fashion

I keep the scrilla passing, Franklin's in my pockets was my only passion

I double up, then triple for the backing

My hustle filled with action, work ethic on a infinite, can't fuck with me

Buss her down, run a round, she asking, are you done with me

Uh uh, digging in this work, like my dick her pussy

Don't me play for rookie, pay me like a pro when you book me

Money moves I'm making it swiftly

I remember rolling joints, & sipping whiskey

Around the fire

What we acquire is the benefits from our desires

As we aspire, we just regulate & then inspire

The next nigga in line, we can walk to the better

The journey to treasure, really find a life full of pleasure

We can run these fucking streets, or a run a business together

We crumble just like coal, or rose like gold through the pressure

I'm talking bout weather, storms flooding me get me wetter

My sister got pressure, bitch keep the chicken so tender

Mama say she concerned, I said mama don't worry

Faith built from a queen, the gift of being so worthy

If it wasn't for my parents, the love in me will be dirty

I can play with them sticks, or I can play with them birdies

Surely, I took a different route out, from the rest

From dibbling & dabbling zips, I wasn't flipping the best

I commend all the niggas, who kept it thorough no less

And I salute all them niggas, who made it out to be blessed

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