Pashun

Don't follow people, follow pashun

Find your pashun and you will find your people

Don't follow people, follow pashun

Find your pashun and you will find your people x2

Verse 1:

You da man, You da man, You da man

Like bro god damn

Always takin pictures

With your money in your hand

Tryna show off and stunt for your friends

I don't think you lookin' at life thru the lense

Wanna live right but you still on the fence

Can't keep it real cause you always pretend

All that you needed was always within

People work harder when they movin' with a passion

Some people rap, Some people do fashion

Then we got, Then we got

Athletes, Mathletes

People that want this shit badly

And they go hard for it, gladly

Livin' their dreams make em happy

And they get crafty with it put their whole soul in it

And they won't slow down they don't know no limit

Cause the hustle don't stop so they'll never be finished

But the simpleton man still waiting for the bus

He gon' live his whole life eating other peoples dust

Need to get his mind right Start living like us

You can gain the whole but it'll never be enough

Don't follow people, follow pashun

Find your pashun and you will find your people

Don't follow people, follow pashun

Find your pashun and you will find your people x2

Verse 2:

Who da man, Who da **** with the plan

Got the game in my pocket and the World in my hand

If ya man want the verse then me need 50 grand

If the people wanna show then ima need a hunnet bands

Comin' live from provganistan

I'm the main source for the sauce and the middleman

**** want war they ain't never gon' win

Must be all drunk man must be off gin

Thinkin that you gon step up to the kid

Like you really won't get dropped quick up in vip

Get chin checked, Get popped in ya lip

Thats what you get man shouldn't talk shit

Can't walk the walk you gon end with a limp

You a wimp acting like you really ain't but you is

I can tell that you isn't really handling your biz

What it is is you **** move around like pawns on the grid

Your whole damn style over did

Hell no you **** not lit

I can tell you **** paper thin

And you got no heart and we know that you're not passionate