Passenger

[Intro: Azizi Gibson]
Oh yeah, haha
Hit them niggas with the
Oou, oh, yeah

[Verse 1: Azizi Gibson]
Lil' Zi was young and wild
Oou, but that lil' nigga had style
Fucked up someone had to sit me down
No bullshit, who the fuck would love this child
Yeah
Now you know where I'm at now
Penthouse fuckin' bitches with sick tats now
With that ass too fat for me to ask out
'Cause I already got the damn answers
Oou, it's dedication
The same way I got here, bitch it's dedication
You just mad that you not here 'cause you not patient

[Chorus: Azizi Gibson]
This is Mr. Give-a-fuck-what-you-know
Smoke weed, get drinks, fuck hoes
Count this money, wrap your wrist in gold
Big body, make 'em girls say whoa
Party late, do whatever you want
Just make sure you don't smoke all the skunk
I get stressed if I don't have me some
Nigga, fuck you, we get it done

[Verse 2: King Mez]
Young King Mez
Momma wanted me educated (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
No degree, but I'm dedicated (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
It was that or be medicated (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Problems so heavy man some weighed a ton
Boy, if you ain't really run with the gun
Nigga, please don't lie
'Cause I will pull your fuckin' card
Some of my niggas really scarred
But they here, so I praise the lord
Man the system against us dog
We got Glocks to even the odds
And man most of these niggas frauds
But they doin' such a good job
I guess they deserve applause
I clap at all of them
Would say more this the end of the verse though
Everybody wanna be Picasso
Nigga, you ain't even done with the first coat
When it's all said and done, nigga, what did you work for
They say you can't take the money with you
Maserati recently made a hearse though
(So this is)

[Chorus: Azizi Gibson]
This is Mr. Give-a-fuck-what-you-know
Smoke weed, get drinks, fuck hoes
Count this money, wrap your wrist in gold
Big body, make 'em girls say whoa
Party late, do whatever you want
Just make sure you don't smoke all the skunk
I get stressed if I don't have me some
Nigga, fuck you, we get it done

[Verse 3: Ray Wright]
Oh, you just mad 'cause I waited
Plottin' plans, smoke my grams, contemplated
'Til she realize the man likes men
And I'm so straight with the pen
I swooped in and penetrated
Now I ain't bent fool, I'm flyin' high
See, I got my rent in my pockets right
Now, lil' nigga tell me what that profits like
When you done switched to luscious lobster luncheons
From my pocket now
They actin' like some jerks sayin' I don't really do this
Had to pull up like Dirk, with the Rollie and the Cuban
With Reuben white diamonds wrap 'em tightly around my dental
Mr. Give-a-fuck-what-you-know with hoes all in the rental
(This is)

[Chorus: Azizi Gibson]
This is Mr. Give-a-fuck-what-you-know
Smoke weed, get drinks, fuck hoes
Count this money, wrap your wrist in gold
Big body, make 'em girls say whoa
Party late, do whatever you want
Just make sure you don't smoke all the skunk
I get stressed if I don't have me some
Nigga, fuck you, we get it done