Passion & Dogma - Father

I’m not crazy I’m just passionate

God damn girl how the fuck you fit your ass in that

Don’t believe shit that this bitch say

Like she reading the bible (God Damn)

This boy think that we beefing

But nigga I ain’t got no rivals (no no no no)

Hit em with the boom boom boom boom boom boom

Check his vitals (Check his vitals)

Thriller

His jacket red he dancing like he Micheal (Dead young thing)

Uh-huh, that stick make 'em twerk like they work at Onyx, okay

Graduated in pharmacy and economics, uh-huh

Look at me the Chevy do jumping jacks on hydraulics

Awful Records look at the chain boy its so symbolic

Girl look at me know ya' boy is so passionate

I just wanna know how the fuck you fit your ass in that

Leave your best friend at the crib cause she such a tax

Something in the drink got my heart beating so damn fast

Awful dogma

Yeah call me young Rottweiler

Iced my collar

A nigga always 'bout a dollar

Them greens them collards

I went from a scholar to a baller

I might start acting

I might just turn into Mahershala

I might start acting

I might just hit 'em with that action

Fuck your crew

My nigga yeah fuck your faction

You not that fresh

You niggas not about that fashion

No carry through

I can tell you niggas ain’t got no passion

Girl look at me know ya' boy is so passionate

I just wanna know how the fuck you fit your ass in that

Leave your best friend at the crib cause she such a tax

Something in the drink got my heart beating so damn fast

Playing with my money

I’m gonna play with your bitch

And I know she down for it (yeah yeah aye)

Cause she say that I’m the shit (what what)

Know I’m that

Yeah, aye, a huh

Yeah, a huh

What, what, yeah, okay, a huh, a huh

All my niggas gone get paid

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah