And fuck the ones I did a lot for, ones I'd die for
Jugging finessing, fucking bitches on the top floor
We fell apart, what the fuck was we even tight for
I get sad while I'm loading up the rifle
I'm not a killer but these niggas acting playful
I guess success is just some shit you gotta wait for
I guess in life there's just some shit you gotta wait for
Yeah, Yeah
I took to many pills at one time, shit I feel a lil different
Baby this the high life, can you tell the difference
Please don't let me find out we died on a mission, blame it on the system
This ain't nun but passion, fuck the fame and flashing
They like how you live your life, while you carrying your casket
They say work your ass to death, I'm a call that shit entrapment
I'm a born leader, tell my gang members to tap in
I feel the soul of my loved ones, in the booth with me
Touching on my shoulder, you can't tell me that I'm tripping
Please excuse my language blame it all on what I'm sipping
Call it passion, its just passion, yeah
They don't wanna know that its love over here
Only that matters is our trust over here
I see your lil ass tryna judge over here
But when you hop in beef you is gone run over here
It's a couple things that Id die for
Told you I love you baby, why the fuck would I lie for
We all fall down, so why the fuck would I cry for
I make mistakes I ain't no pussy ain't gone hide for it
Yeah
Our people need a leader cause it's been a while
Take the steps of Jesus they gone strike you down
They don't got the strength to fight they gotta family now
They gotta why but my niggas looking for a how
This shit get tricky when you struggling
He said he love me but I see his hate bubbling
Fighting for them M's and I'm loving it
Tryna do it right but I can't stop satan from coming in
I took to many pills at one time, shit I feel a lil different
Baby this the high life, can you tell the difference
Please don't let me find out we died on a mission
Blame it on the system
This ain't nun but passion
Fuck the fame and flashing
They like how you live your life while you carrying your casket
They say work your ass to death
I'm a call that shit entrapment
I'm a born leader tell my gang members to tap in
I feel the soul of my loved ones, in the booth with me
Touching on my shoulder you can't tell me that I'm tripping
Please excuse my language blame it all on what I'm sipping
Call it passion, its just passion
Yeah