King Kontraverse - Passion

Tell me what happened
How you lose your passion
Why you feel so low
Grew apart but we still gon grow
Blue locs used to rock a fro
Asking my mama for cornrows
Trying to get rich cuz we was born poor
Told em Let me thru the door
Let me move some more
Let me get the dough
The hustle with flow
Don't tussle with the pole
Big blunts fuck a bowl
That money in got a couple rolls
Them drugs in got a couple loads
Niggas be informants
I know a couple told
That ain't no type of shit that's condoned
Media control most of y'all brain with a remote control
I wash and dry but Fuck a fold
To all the stupid hoes this ain't about no clothes
It's a metaphor for a metaphor
I ain't kidding no more had to meta morph
thought I was down here go some more
I'm getting money thank the Lord
In the studio til I get bored
Make the beats and I record
I'm gon reap the rewards
I put in work and I cut cords
In a foreign car yell Fuck Ford
200 on the dashboard
Update my passport
They gon be so mad if they could fast forward
Wasn't gon do it but they asked for it
Best artist y'all trash boa
I'm a symbol like a crash ride splash stand
And some hi hats boy Multitalented multifaceted
That's a fact boy
All that shit y'all put on is an act boy
Call y'all ass Dan Aykroid
Tell me what happened how you lose your passion
Why you feel so low
Grew apart but we still gon grow
Blue locs used to rock a fro
Asking my mama for cornrows
Trying to get rich cuz we was born poor
Told em Let me thru the door
Tell me what happened
How you lose your passion
Why you feel so low
Grew apart but we still gon grow
Blue locs used to rock a fro
Asking my mama for cornrows
Trying to get rich cuz we was born poor
Told em Let me thru the door
Tell me what happened just look at you
What you doing and what you prove
What did you profit what you lose
How you living what you choose
You seeing red you sing the blues
You watch the news
And interviews
Whole time lost sight of you
What's your goals
What you wanna do
Don't focus on them
Focus on you
Tomorrow not promised so make a move
Start a business
Take a cruise
Go somewhere out ya neighborhood
But what I know
That image shit for a show
You pregnant, got a baby daddy, Boyfriend and letting niggas fuck You a hoe
Bitches is slow and they pussy smoked
Yeast infections and bv
Can't keep that pussy in control
I know my role
I paid my tolls
Pray the lord just save my soul
Really hope he make me whole
I'm making more
She naked so
She on her knees like she bless me tho
This right here they ain't ready for
I'm the man for shitty sho
I'm focused on getting dough
I said I'm getting it really
I hope the ppl feel me
I need a milli billi
Money to the ceiling
Tesla Lambo Bentley
Tell me what happened
How you lose your passion
Why you feel so low
Grew apart but we still gon grow
Blue locs used to rock a fro
Asking my mama for cornrows
Trying to get rich cuz we was born poor
Told em Let me thru the door
Tell me what happened
How you lose your passion
Why you feel so low
Grew apart but we still gon grow
Blue locs used to rock a fro
Asking my mama for cornrows
Trying to get rich cuz we was born poor
Told em Let me thru the door

Written by:
Michael Gore

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