Passion Lyrics

Vinci status

All that matters

When they ask me

What's your passion

When they ask me

What's your passion

When they ask me

What's your passion

When they ask me

What's your passion

For my passion

Nigga I'm so passionate

Old fashion

You would think

I fashioned nets

They retrace my steps

Cause my kicks is fresh

I am lit like a menthol

After sex

Ain't no cigarettes

Cigars and victory laps

This is penmanship

Hard knocks and acumen

Mind yo business

You looking at

A business man

I'm a villain

How I'm finna

Make a killing damn

Like a dentist

How she finna

Let me drill her shit

Contract foundation

I'mma build some shit

Vinci status

All that matters

Once them mills

Get here

We been eating

Several seasons

Call it harvesting

I'm an almanac

They just facts no raps

Deadbeat production

We manufacture tracks

Phil Infectious

Like a canvas

We just paint and sip

I'm artist motherfucker

When I draw this clip

When they ask me

What's your passion

When they ask me

What's your passion

When they ask me

What's your passion

When they ask me

What's your passion

I be so full of pain

And confusion shit

Thank God for the music

I be moving quick

St lunatic on my

Midwest shit

In Chicago motherfucker

You'll loose yo shit

They be like

Next subject

Eject button

Then they see

My neck flooded

Know them checks coming

See me at the podium

Low sodium

Ethan dial my vocals in

I am focused man

Feeling like hov again

With a motive damn

Rock like a co defendant

I am so dependent

Chicago new dimension

I am so defensive

I be holding shit in

Like the wing defended

Ain't no room for thin skin

I am so Trojan

Once a nigga get in

It's like fifty cent

Aftermath inter scope

It's arithmetic

Elementary Watson

Can't detect my shit

When they ask me

What's your passion

When they ask me

What's your passion

When they ask me

What's your passion

When they ask me

What's your passion

When they ask me

What's your passion

When they ask me

What's your passion