Passion
I keep dis passion for the hustle lit
I gotta eat i cant be struggling
I started broke but now im ballin on some other shit
When people talk behind my back i cop another fif
Cuz niggas hatin on me bout to blow
Call my niggas phone he coming out when the summer hits
Right now its cold im riding out for my brothers bitch
I stay alone when stackin dough cuz trust is hard to get
And i dont trust nobody so i got that diry fif
I keep dis passion for the hustle lit
I gotta eat i cant be struggling
I started broke but now im ballin on some other shit
When people talk behind my back i cop another fif
Why my trust so hard to get
Cuz I've been fucked, by the that ones that i put trust in, shit
Imagine love? that shit be hard cuz i dont give a fuck
But i wonder how it'd go if i had fucks to give
My heart is broke and i wont lie i had part in it
R.I.P up to my pops in every song i hit
Im always wishin u was here to guide me through dis shit
A niggas lost to find my way i gotta prove this shit
I really do dis shit
And it all started back in school when i was hungry for some newer shit
And i aint fuckin wit the foolishness When money talks im having convos when its free i need to google it
I stay humble even though they on some stupid shit
Niggas switchin for dat bread i kept it true for it
I got a cross up on my neck to help me through this shit
I got a angel and demons where my heart used to sit
I smoke so much just to forget how i be losing it
At times i cant control it so i lose my grip
In this reality i struggle just to keep a friend
But i dont need em in the end cuz they wont be wit me
Dey turnt my angels to demons
Dey turnt my angels to demons
Dey turnt my angels to demons
Dey turnt my angels to demons
Dey turnt my angels to demons
Dey turnt my angels to demons
Dey turnt my angels to demons
Dey turnt my angels to demons
Dey turnt my angels to demons
Dey turnt my angels to demons
I keep dis passion for the hustle lit
I gotta eat i cant be struggling
I started broke but now im ballin on some other shit
When people talk behind my back i cop another fif
Cuz niggas hatin on me bout to blow call my niggas phone he coming out when the summer hits
Right now its cold im riding out for my brothers bitch
I stay alone when stackin dough cuz Trust is hard to get
And i dont trust nobody so i got that dirty fif
I keep dis passion for the hustle lit
I gotta eat i cant be struggling
I started broke but now im ballin on some other shit
When people talk behind my back i cop another fif
I gotta eat i cant be struggling
I started broke but now im ballin on some other shit
When people talk behind my back i cop another fif
Cuz niggas hatin on me bout to blow
Call my niggas phone he coming out when the summer hits
Right now its cold im riding out for my brothers bitch
I stay alone when stackin dough cuz trust is hard to get
And i dont trust nobody so i got that diry fif
I keep dis passion for the hustle lit
I gotta eat i cant be struggling
I started broke but now im ballin on some other shit
When people talk behind my back i cop another fif
Why my trust so hard to get
Cuz I've been fucked, by the that ones that i put trust in, shit
Imagine love? that shit be hard cuz i dont give a fuck
But i wonder how it'd go if i had fucks to give
My heart is broke and i wont lie i had part in it
R.I.P up to my pops in every song i hit
Im always wishin u was here to guide me through dis shit
A niggas lost to find my way i gotta prove this shit
I really do dis shit
And it all started back in school when i was hungry for some newer shit
And i aint fuckin wit the foolishness When money talks im having convos when its free i need to google it
I stay humble even though they on some stupid shit
Niggas switchin for dat bread i kept it true for it
I got a cross up on my neck to help me through this shit
I got a angel and demons where my heart used to sit
I smoke so much just to forget how i be losing it
At times i cant control it so i lose my grip
In this reality i struggle just to keep a friend
But i dont need em in the end cuz they wont be wit me
Dey turnt my angels to demons
Dey turnt my angels to demons
Dey turnt my angels to demons
Dey turnt my angels to demons
Dey turnt my angels to demons
Dey turnt my angels to demons
Dey turnt my angels to demons
Dey turnt my angels to demons
Dey turnt my angels to demons
Dey turnt my angels to demons
I keep dis passion for the hustle lit
I gotta eat i cant be struggling
I started broke but now im ballin on some other shit
When people talk behind my back i cop another fif
Cuz niggas hatin on me bout to blow call my niggas phone he coming out when the summer hits
Right now its cold im riding out for my brothers bitch
I stay alone when stackin dough cuz Trust is hard to get
And i dont trust nobody so i got that dirty fif
I keep dis passion for the hustle lit
I gotta eat i cant be struggling
I started broke but now im ballin on some other shit
When people talk behind my back i cop another fif
Credits
Writer(s): Chozen Blaise
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