With A Passion Lyrics

They couldn't do it, so I did it

A grave mistake, I dig it

Fuck all the talk, I dead it

You wasn't here when I said it

Throwin' dirt on my name, I bill it

Don't fuck with my lavish, I kill it

She sendin' me texts, I left her on read

She sendin' me texts like, hey, big head

All summer, I been on the streets

I got some bangers, you wouldn't believe

I'm holdin' some grudges, I can't release

Y'all act like some opps, but ain't droppin no Gs

Good for you, but you're bad for me

Split in the pie, go half with me

Lookin' for quality, matter to me

Baby mama an addict for me

Outta pocket, think I gotta chill

Pockets full, I'm keepin' still

Pocket rocket, call it kill bill

Money makin', the only skill

Avoid all my stress

Keep myself a fortress

Stay on with my peace

I listen more when I talk less

I offset my needs

This the only love that I need

They couldn't do it, so I did it

A grave mistake, I dig it

Fuck all the talk, I dead it

You wasn't here when I said it

Throwin' dirt on my name, I bill it

Don't fuck with my lavish, I kill it

She sendin' me texts, I left her on read

She sendin' me texts like, hey, big head

All summer, I been on the streets

I got some bangers, you wouldn't believe

I'm holdin' some grudges, I can't release

Y'all act like some opps, but ain't droppin no Gs

Good for you, but you're bad for me

Split in the pie, go half with me

Lookin' for quality, matter to me

Baby mama an addict for me