| Game keep changing, Tats on faces
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| Look close, you can see how rats run races
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| You find it’s all about the cheese at the other end
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| They forgot the simple shit, like strengthening your limbs
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| I listen to the radio and I begin to cringe
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| I eat MCs, find a spot inside my fridge
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| When y’all was tricking off, taking bitches to the bridge
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| I was sparking up a cig, tryna tighten up this bridge
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| The hook is real catchy and the verse is interesting
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| Now all I need is a feature from Drake or Lil Wayne
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| I never move O’s, like say a Gucci Mane
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| I’m broke as a bitch, and I spit like I’m insane
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| But what a nigga gotta do to shock the whole nation
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| Sign to ROC nation, become a fucking Mason
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| Monopolize, prophesize an abomination
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| I’ll Do it, but you thought it was just music?
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| Passion
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| What the fuck happened
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| Somebody talk to 'em
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| Motherfuck rapping
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| (oooooh, where’s your passion)
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| This for my niggas that log on to All HipHop
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| And listen to niggas they never heard cuz they love Hip Hop
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| I got so much drive I never need a pit stop
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| It’s scarier than a whole hour of Alfred Hitchcock
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| I’ll probably make your bottom lip drop when my shit drop
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| I’m in tip top condition
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| With a hustler’s ambition
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| Ounce after ounce, me and Jizzle keep twisting
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| Until we get twisted like the caps on snitches
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| Just know our little passion will take you a long way
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| Like Pussy & Patron can salvage a long day
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| I dive head first in a verse and swim away
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| And pull a pen out and throw a grenade at your brigade
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| Like a Skin Head, you’re a barber that can’t fade
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| I’m up all night trying to come up with something crazy
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| So while you sleeping like a baby
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| I’mma seal up the game, no relation to the navy
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| Uhn
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| I wake up in the morning and compose a rhyme doper than the last time before I
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| even opened my eyes
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| Open-minded to the truth, but not naive to what is fiction
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| I probably love this more than my bitch, say I’m trippin'
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| Leave your ass in a ditch, if you can dig it
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| You mad cuz I found my niche and you didn’t
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| Too fucking bad
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| Fuck with Ab
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| And so you know, every sentence, it is from the Soul
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| The doors are closing, the sky is falling
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| If you ain’t got passion then why even bother
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| The new generation is all out of order
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| Somebody save them so we can move forward
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| Passion |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Passion (feat. Alori Joh) , by - Ab-Soul. Song from the album Long Term 1 & 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп