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