Intro: Passionate MC
Oh my
Oh my
You see, we gotta hop in the game and show 'em
We can do what they do but a little bit better
You know what I mean?
What up Hop
Verse 1: Passionate MC
I just got up off the phone with my nigga Hopsin
He was like: "How long 'til you think it's dropping?"
What's dropping? You talking 'bout my album bih?
And that pushed me to the edge of the balcony
Dove in it, rose winnin', no sippin' with the toes drippin'
I was flow switching with the gold shivering
'Cause he whole fishering what's the go-getter
With the pages to write, aim 'til it dry
Made a new rhyme, laid it on the mic
I continue the game until it was high
Even further than the fame and the lights
Stop boy ima show you what I got boy
All my niggas rockin' we gon' get it poppin'
On the day this album drop boy
Everybody gonna play you right
I remember when I hate the light
Take advice everything you gotta sacrifice
And put the work in every day and night
Timing on the clock
Timing on the clock
See the grind and never stop
grind and never stop
Woah hey watch me thinking up the plot
Hey finger licking with the pot
Hey trigger finger with the shot
Hey hit it for the go with a little bit of
pain when they get it through the smoke
Give it up the pain in the middle of the show
'cause he never been afraid of whatever they expose
Gotta make a name stick in my own lane
While they get the propane gotta better let it explode
Then I can get in my zone letting my enemies know
I'm in control oh no he didn't flip
Holy moly with the script
That's so meek get the sweep **** a rolly on a wrist
I work solely on this shit
Overdosing with the strip
Grip the P rest in peace
No emotion with the hits boy, boy, boy
No emotion with the hits boy
Hopsin
Yeah Yeah Yeah
Ya
Verse 2: Hopsin
Yo Passionate gimme the track I'm smashing it
I'm backing this you can't forget
Then I'm handing niggas their asses again
And you know I'm only repping Los Angeles
We savages, and we ain't to play with
Y'all done dug a new grave to lay in
I played your mixtape it ain't amazing
I saved the game my new tape just came in
I just hate to say that my swag is on god
Why you niggas always acting so soft?
Where your nigga at?
I snatch her clothes off then smash
the hoe raw then after doze off (sorry, sorry)
She just the rebound
I lost my mind and it's nowhere to be found
****ing with me then you will catch a beat down
You better keep 911 on the speed dial
I been on dumb shit
Mentally dysfunction from being locked in the dungeon
Don't make assumptions when a nigga on stage
I can make 'em get down like lunges
Yes it's true solo I don't rep a crew
Niggas like: 'Who the heck are you?'
I dropped in from a spaceship and wrecked the roof
Hold up nigga you tryna step to who?
We don't wanna get into a weirdo b***h who don't got a brain
All I do is cause misery
I don't know what happened to your career
It's weird, it disappeared, it's an unsolved mystery
I can do this all day bro I'm a volcano you should all lay low
Niggas claim they a boss on a small payroll
Man I pull up to the scene and take all they hoes
Verse 3: The Boy Illinois
Running up a check like an incline
Double cup mix the ether with the enzymes
No handouts had to hand a hand mine
No cell gotta hit me with the landline
I'm from the crip though, that's east side
Got white color crime on visa
Got the emblem looking like a peace sign
Slow kills murder on the street side
Lakeshore no sea side
Left-handed if I ever needed drive
On average I get it in the meantime
Comes from the media and but I never seen sides
Get 'em to mo to the team shine
Just try to do it all season, 'cause I'm seasoned
Got most of my game from the pimps and the preachers
Sipping Perrier and I stay lazy
But I'm never tired like Kevin Gates
With a nation on seventh straight
I pray to ***** like everyday
'Cause a nigga lie like everyday
At the same time he speakin' of the place
3 piece suit with the Mary K
And he got it kicked back like Mary J