Clyde Strokes - Pa**ion lyrics

Well if I keep It Honest dog ya'll make me vomit Word on the street is I'm Detroit's Common What I See In You Pregnant Chihuahua Rap is full of clones or she a who*e-ish mama Grown men crying bout Desiigner Cuz they never could quite design a Plan to get their music popping Too focused on buying wack designers I am coming running gunning never fronting You Gone Love it This I Know Yo Favorite rapper dissed his favorite rapper With his favorite rappers stolen flow And ya know it still promote it You a coward hit the showers game over Stillmatic Makaveli Blade dancing Running rampant through my soul Got some homies that be acting phony Cuz we all want it but they only quote me Claiming they're the best is kind of insulting But where I'm going won't need no company I'll put you down like a psycho vet Shoot hot 16 like a psycho Vet And I ride beats like a nitro vette Type of verses that'll get your girls panties wet And you know it's true once they see Rev I got that whip appeal like I'm Kenneth Edmonds Got so many styles like I trained on Tekken And I did it all with no one helping With a pad & pen thats a lethal weapon They got midget flows always half stepping And they claim they're God's dear Lord help em Only when I sneeze do they give me blessings Don't ask bout Royce don't ask bout Sway He 5'9 & I'm 5'8 The other wake up in the morning just to sleep on me I got a concrete flow so I'll pave my way I favor Ill Camille & rapsody Over Nicki M & Iggy Z That is opposite of what we get From Bet to show our Queens I seen a trapper rapper choose to sell crack Just to sell raps bout how he sold crack From his backpack While his momma took a nap nap Way in the back back Of her middle cla** home That he chose to call a trap Send a rapper just call his momma I'm gonna k** him Rapper biting my style you know I gotta bill em Orthodontist with rhymes I'm giving you that feeling Tell anybody who's anybody they gotta hear him Hit em in the center he's kneeling he feels it quickly Admit it he barely knicked me I'm bobbing & weaving swiftly He smoking on that Bobby & Whitney he think he beat me Or drunken off of nine of them shots he think he 50 Don't ever question where my pa**ion is So many pa**ed on him my flow is pa**ionate I'm running pa**ed my peers & straight into your ears Its been six long years but don't you shed no tears For Adam Reverie