Passion

Rappin is my passion Think I gotta talent You don't wanna hear what I think Why you askin Wearing all black, ha That's my kinda fashion Rap it like it's magic Spit it like a dragon Lay you in your casket If I really wanna do it Imma put in action I won't just imagine I put in the practice With my kinda drive You gotta seatbelt on? Boi You Better keep it fastened Think you should know imma pass you Sit in the back of the classroom You think my songs aren't that great I do not think that I asked you You talkin the money you made on a song But the lyrics didn't mean a thing You should try to think of the value Like what does your music amount to All your beats are trash Man When I am goin through your playlist I feel like a raccoon Take your rap to the bathroom Firing shots when I get on the mic I am not sorry if I blast you Do I like your music taste? Hmm I'd rather be eating some cat food All I ever rap about Is what I write about I had thirty five k I deleted my account All of you can watch me drown I feel safer with my doubts I been driving way too long I should pick another route Cut myself Don't cut corners In a box Claustrophobic Started over Honest open With no focus Hate some lotus Sometimes wish that I was dead Suicidal thoughts inside my head I've tried once and I'll do it again I get better when I pick up the pen