PASSION (feat. Ian Rose)

I got a passion, got a new weapon, I know that I'm blastin
I got a passion, just rolled a blunt and, I know I ain't passin
Fuck what they askin, just left a condo and went to a mansion
Shit get Jurassic, all of my niggas they turn into raptors

Choose a direction, I choose the path of perfection
Been through some reckless, timeless decisions
Pour up a glass, cause now that we winnin, you can see
All of the errors and setbacks led us to how we are here

All in the past, now it is forward
Feelin' like Ja Morant when he scorin
All of you rap niggas is borin
I be up in the sky and I'm soarin

Champagne that I'm pourin
Focused on what is important
Rhymes that I'm torchin, bitches that scorchin
Yeah, you know that I stick to this, facts

To this music and money, my soul is attached
You bet on max, you bet on the facts, no turnin' back
Just a glimpse into the hue inside of my vision
Telegraphic, hieroglyphics, artifacts

The way that I'm spittin
All of my wisdom, still in the kitchen
Celtic green with Ian, we schemin
For all of the haters that didn't believe 'em

Watch their faces while we achieve it
You keep on lyin, why you deceivin
Diggin' a grave for your body is where we will leave it
You better believe it

I got a passion
Got a new weapon, I know that I'm blastin
I got a passion
Just rolled a blunt and, I know I ain't passin

Fuck what they askin
Just left a condo and went to a mansion
Shit get' Jurassic
All of my niggas, they turn into raptors

I got a passion
Got a new weapon, I know that I'm blastin
I got a passion
Just rolled a blunt and, I know I ain't passin

Fuck what they askin
Just left a condo and went to a mansion
Shit get' Jurassic
All of my niggas, they turn into raptors

My father always told me to stick to the script
If my name cross your lips, you best be chewin' a brick
And if you don't understand, then you ain't real in the streets
We real guys, either way, you fuckin' losin' your teeth

Sous vide cookin' filets, we ran out of plates
This that white trash, I Roe
Trait is your mistake
This ain't no trick or treat

Don't think that shit is sweet
Fuck around with razor blades
And find inside your children's sweets
Meanwhile, I'm that pretty boy with clean smiles

Peacoat, black suits with boots
That fatigue style
You need to know
What you lookin' for

That speed of blow
I can get you in the house
And bounce you out that secret door
Your raps ain't amazing

You attract lameness
You lack the cadence
Slice in half, period
Math equations

Ian and Maximum
These tracks we lacing
Since back in the day
We passin' Haze Acid

Babies still amazing

I got a passion
Got a new weapon
I know that I'm blastin

I got a passion
Just rolled a blunt
And I know I ain't passin
Fuck what they askin

Just left a condo
And went to a mansion
Shit get' Jurassic
All of my niggas they turn into raptors

I got a passion
Got a new weapon
I know that I'm blastin
I got a passion

Just rolled a blunt
And I know I ain't passin
Fuck what they askin
Just left a condo

And went to a mansion
Shit get' Jurassic
All of my niggas they turn into raptors