passion over potato salad Lyrics

Right,

Right?

Right (It's that new shit, here we go)

The documentary of 012, came with the news (Breaking News)

The year-end function,

A youngin' came with the blues, the jazz, the soul food (Soul)

All dogs go to heaven, rest in peace to those we lose (right?)

Lucky number 7, still alive, meaning I still have a lot to prove (a lot)

We ain't had an option, meaning we ain't had a lot to choose (a lot)

But we always made a way, from poverty we chuck a duece (dueces)

Started with the passion, we ain't talking bout those money moves,

You know exactly what it do. (right?)

Got on stage, I wasn't getting paid although I wanted to. (right?)

And when I got paid, I knew that day I would hit the studio

And then go to school the next morning, thinking bout the booth,

Instead of notes, I wrote a verse or two (right)

Idolizing rappers that never made it to where I'll take it (right?)

Praying for my niggas that got the pressure but won't embrace it (right?)

Taking notes of all of the people that got the skyline but then in 6 months,

you can see them chilling right on the pavement (yow what the fuck?)

It's a repeated cycle and it won't stop (right?)

Gotta be good at hard labor if you wanna reach the top (right?)

Gotta be good at bouncing back if you feel like you bout to flop (right?)

But you're good at taking chances of people just for your spot (right)

Gotta be really savage if you're thinking that you're average

Then in 10 years, we gotta sit down, tell me what happened (What happened?)

Coz you had the accolades and also had the bad chicks

But I understand, you did what they wanted so you just wasn't happy

(Right? right? right?) Right

(Right? right? right?) Right

Right

I said I came here to sharpen the mind, sharpen the pen

Go against the grain and fight against the odds again

Can't pretend,

You gotta be passionate about this thing

You gotta show us that you'd be rapping without a cheque

Fuck a wave-riding and wave-hopping, them niggas castaways

I could drop a project but these are the cutaways

I mean my EPs are on the way

You gotta dance before December ends and look out for my birthday.

Finally turning 21 in 2025

20 years I've been breathing, 4 years I've been alive, ain't no lie

Go against me is just ill-advised

Married to the music till the time of my demise (right?)

It's the return of the titan

Microphone Tyson

Potato salads and chasing cabbage for January struggles

It was hard to balance, though I had to make it happen (make it happen)

Window shopping until we enter and leave with baggage (leave with baggage)

Daydreaming til we living lavish

Dirty ragging til we buy the fabrics, til we certified status (status)

I mean your woman claiming that she the baddest (right)

But in reality she living with you so we know that she the saddest. (Yow what the fuck?)

(ahh)

(damn)