Passion

I been grindin all year but ima keep goin
I ain't been rapping in a minute ima keep flowin
Got packs by the truckload but ima keep growin
My bitch with me and together we gone keep glowin
Trigger finger itchin then I got that shit cut
Like Karma is a bitch that I'm never gonna fuck
My dog gettin old but that boy is just a mut
My bitch so fine with her lips she make a duck
In the hood posted up and I'm gettin sturdy
I get pissed off if anything gettin dirty
I just made some plays and I'm feelin kinda flirty
Been doin so well put me on a fuckin jersey
Back to the trap flippin packs and makin stacks
Swag since back in the day I been havin hats
Word to my momma talkin down he get packed
I really been havin my way so he better not lack
Good Friday good music rollin by the p
Gas cheap nowadays better fill up on e
My shit expensive sellin packs only by the 3
I only like to do it big because talk is cheap
Quality is my music quality my sweets
I think she wanna be a freak in between my sheets
Feelin under the weather so I went overseas
I met the artist of my dreams I guess my life complete
I ain't got no tats I guess I'm just a blank canvas
Speak it to existence misunderstood romantic
Stay in the projects too long and I might go manic
Smash brothers how I hitchu with that big samus
I'm just tryna get some money tryna get some pape
Can't sleep pop a pill I cannot wait
Just tryna balance it out got a lot on my plate
That boy soundin like a hero someone get his cape
Music is medicine so don't over do it
David Blaine with the pack how I like to move it
Runnin to the bag cos the bag I'm runnin thru it
Thinkin bout a bitch then I just be like screw it
I been smokin all day so my mind foggy
Call the pastor I can't get these demons off me
I keep a strap so really I could never be lonely
Keep that shit 100 ain't no need to be phony
I like to do it for the art do it for the passion
They callin me a killa way I rock my fashion
I see the cops then I'm goin straight to dashin
Get a cheque then I'm goin straight to cashin
Ima pop up on a opp and ima get her done
I got 50 60 plays ima do every one
Look at that boy over there ima make him my son
Roadman with the pack I get it ima run
Ima run but I'm never gonna be Rick
In my hood they love me like I'm Saint Nick
Which strain do you want I'm like take your pick
Ridin strikers and I'm feelin like I'm big wick
I'm back rappin but really I'm tryna get to packin
Got some tree from my plug it was in a napkin
I'm tryna get my money up before we get to action
This bitch said she love me I had to tell her stop actin
I'm tryna get to the money then we get to the bitches
Brodie fucked in his head drooling over ditches
I see a bitch that I want then I get the digits
Spin a block fo fun but aint gon leave a witness
Ain't gon lie I'm tired I be hearing bout chicken
Had to put her in her place she be talkin bout flickin
Rappin like everyone else you know I keep a stickn
Don't forget I'm the dog so ima be wicked