Vanilla Rainbows - Mr. Muthafuckin' eXquire

The word passion, it uhm

It actually derives from the Latin word il passio

Which means «to suffer»

And it’s almost poetic justice in a way

Cause uh, you know

I got that shit tatted on my tummy

And uh, I been sufferin'

But, you know

You suffer for your ups

You suffer for your downs and your triumphs

You pain is always just a fuel

It’s a motivator for your triumphs, you know

You know, I don’t like it myself

So like no old school rappers and stuff like that

I don’t really see it

I look at myself as more of an Issac Hayes

Or a Donny Hathaway

Or, you know, a Marvin Gaye of my time, you know

I’m just reporting the world as I see it

Reporting my struggle

Ozwald Boateng, Bottega Veneta

Moms mad, cause I spent so much cake on this sweater

I ain’t do it to floss, mommy

I did it to show 'em

You worked your fingers to the bone

The whole world gonna owe us

Owe me back, like 40 acres to glass

Plus a mule and a thick model bitch to match

Savage Rock Lee’s with the elastic straps

I know they ugly

I don’t work hard to wear Air Max

Flashback to the stockroom at the Gap

Hoes is frontin' on me then

Tell me, where they at

You ain’t never been at where I been at

What you make in a year couldn’t pay my tax

And I ain’t tryin' to shit

I’m just statin' the facts

If I shit by mistake, nigga, live with that

Got a job for you, you can wipe my ass

Net skills so close, I could pick off a pass

And I don’t like the Nets

I just came cause they asked

Never was a thug, ain’t ashamed of my past

As the sands of time disintegrate in the glass

You gettin' older and lookin' broker

You niggas is trash

Washed up Wolverine with the bone claws

Frontin' on actress bitches

You were born raw

You the type that make me turn my phone off

Nobody called when I was eating cold cuts and canned corn

When Chinese food was a treat

We was happy to eat

I turned my bummy into fly

Those same FILAs on my feet

Shout to Crystal, cause that bitch used to hold me down

Bought me dress clothes

Plus, she printed my resume out

Probably somewhere with a dick in her mouth

If that bitch never cheated, she would be with me now

Funny how tables turn and destiny burns

Niggas get left behind, cause they unable to learn

Very chosen few that was great as a sperm

Me, I stay low and try to save what I earn

If wealth’s accrued and pursued in nirvana, then cool

If not, let me rock and just do what I do

Vanilla rainbows after cherry raindrops

Runnin' from the Devil, cause his flame’s hot