Win

[Intro]
Ay, J.K

[Verse]
All these Goddamn flavors, I don't know what to drink
They ask me why I sip 'Zay, I just like the taste
When it's time to Passion up we buy it by the case
Circle all of smiles, you would think it's someone's birthday
Balling out, young playa this is fam shit
Outside, other niggas can't hang with
Cause I ain't really got time for the lane switch
Or just dealing with a nigga that's a wimp bitch
Passion Playas, been blood, sweat, and tears
And I been working with my brothers for a couple of years
I fucking miss my little brother, it's been about two years
And I've been pushing everyday and it don't feel real
Man, man it's all on me, I gotta make my way, I gotta make my pay
These other niggas catch you slipping and will take your place
And then you live without shit, then you're forced to break
Can't cry about shit, you gotta keep working
If your hand's always out then you don't deserve it
Come and go with bitches, man they always lurking
When they see something smooth and it's picture perfect
I might ball out at Boscov's, bitch I feel so good like a Narco
8 Ball Passion shirts, you can cop those
Fucked up my night so I had to go and swap those

[Chorus: Sample]
It seems the lovers win every time
You must hold on to the love that you find
In the world of mass confusion one thing I find
It seems the lovers win every time

[Outro]
Passion Playas lifestyle