Passion

Vinci status
All that matters
When they ask me
What's your passion
When they ask me
What's your passion
When they ask me
What's your passion
When they ask me
What's your passion

For my passion
Nigga I'm so passionate
Old fashion
You would think
I fashioned nets
They retrace my steps
Cause my kicks is fresh
I am lit like a menthol
After sex
Ain't no cigarettes
Cigars and victory laps
This is penmanship
Hard knocks and acumen
Mind yo business
You looking at
A business man
I'm a villain
How I'm finna
Make a killing damn
Like a dentist
How she finna
Let me drill her shit
Contract foundation
I'mma build some shit
Vinci status
All that matters
Once them mills
Get here
We been eating
Several seasons
Call it harvesting
I'm an almanac
They just facts no raps
Deadbeat production
We manufacture tracks
Phil Infectious
Like a canvas
We just paint and sip
I'm artist motherfucker
When I draw this clip

When they ask me
What's your passion
When they ask me
What's your passion
When they ask me
What's your passion
When they ask me
What's your passion

I be so full of pain
And confusion shit
Thank God for the music
I be moving quick
St lunatic on my
Midwest shit
In Chicago motherfucker
You'll loose yo shit
They be like
Next subject
Eject button
Then they see
My neck flooded
Know them checks coming
See me at the podium
Low sodium
Ethan dial my vocals in
I am focused man
Feeling like hov again
With a motive damn
Rock like a co defendant
I am so dependent
Chicago new dimension
I am so defensive
I be holding shit in
Like the wing defended
Ain't no room for thin skin
I am so Trojan
Once a nigga get in
It's like fifty cent
Aftermath inter scope
It's arithmetic
Elementary Watson
Can't detect my shit

When they ask me
What's your passion
When they ask me
What's your passion
When they ask me
What's your passion
When they ask me
What's your passion
When they ask me
What's your passion
When they ask me
What's your passion



Credits
Writer(s): Dominique Brown
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