PASSIONATE (feat. FBBTp)

I get dough, wear gold, do shows and clap hoes

Repetition got me superstitious, tryna do right in this life of wrong

Got good crack and a dirty hoe, cocaine and a Tylenol

Can't calm down, now I'm seeing shit—gotta be the drugs I been fucking on

Numbness, it plagues me—passionate but I'm lazy

I go hard 'cause baby, I'm nothing like these fugazi

**** that be talking 'bout real, roll with you like they really care

Go with you like they really there, then fold on you for a quick deal

Lot of hate from the opposition, feel the heat rise when it's cold out

Talking but you ain't walking—pump faking ass rapper, do it for the clout

Wanted gold in my fucking mouth, and a big house in the dirty South

Twenty-twos on a Coupe D, with some bad bitches inside my house

Mama told me I would be a star, Daddy said that I would be the villain

What would you do all alone, if the devil took you for a fucking victim

Self-wallow in your little prison, or do whatever for the fucking ticket

This ain't strictly spitting—bitch, I really lived it

Nothing like the motherfucking competition

Nothing like the motherfucking competition

They don't know the way a **** living, came in with some real ****

What you know about pain, ****?

Mama told me I would be a star, Daddy said that I would be the villain

What would you do all alone, if the devil took you for a fucking victim

I'd get dough, wear gold, do shows and clap hoes

Repetition got me superstitious, tryna do right in this life of wrong

Got good crack and a dirty hoe, cocaine and a Tylenol

Can't calm down, now I'm seeing shit—gotta be the drugs I been fucking on

Numbness, it plagues me—passionate but I'm lazy

I go hard 'cause baby, I'm nothing like these fugazi

**** that be talking 'bout real, roll with you like they really care

Go with you like they really there, then fold on you for a quick deal