PATIENCE Lyrics

Had to take a lil break but I'm back

Fiening for the studio like crack

Shooting for the stars ain't looking back

Pullin up to Mars next we to Sat

Bummy bummy dummy, cannot go like that

Spray the whip, leave that nigga on a flat

Already know I match the shoes up with the hat

Feeling epic add a bling up on my back

Hop up in the ship, now we leaving Sat

Next Neptune then we hittin Jupiter

Gotta get that gas it got me feeling stupider

Went against the contract had to put a boot in her

Always tellin lies, I knew it was a thoot in her

Fuck up her relationship don't care bout pullin her

Flow keep getting faster, know I gotta burn it up

Already said bout 50 times I gotta run it up

Speed it up bitch you still ain't getting ahead of us

"t3au you goin psycho" gotta hit em wit a "yes"

Everyday I wake up gotta be my best

Been a beast gotta beat on my chest

She tryna ride the boat say less

Strap on bitch grab yo safety vest

No one trick pony been a triple threat

Rhymin, ballin, ballin, been a nigga script

Got the plug callin, pound I gotta flip

Servin, gotta keepin the fye up on my hip

Pull up to the function count up then I dip

Ass up gotta screamin off the tip

Blow my line, told lil shawty "get a grip"

Hit decline, said "said i'll hit ya on the flip"

Been waitin in line and keepin my patience,

But right now I think I'm bout a flip

Fuck I'm stressin bout? roll me up a zip

Comin down I get tired of the shit

Speakin reckless had a pop her in her lip

Play detective I ain't rockin wit that shit

Punchin in until I get another hit

Higher livin in a different area

Sober me you ain't gone want me near ya

Been a hardheaded nigga, I can't hear ya

You can send a 100 rounds and I won't fear ya

Nigga aura weak, I ain't comin near ya

Addin shit to mind til the world is clear ya

Feed the ball I'm a feel like a running back

If I fall gotta know I'm a run it back

Steady standin on business and that's a fact

Had to take a lil break but I'm back

Fiening for the studio like crack

Shooting for the stars ain't looking back

Pullin up to Mars next we to Sat

Bummy bummy dummy, cannot go like that

Spray the whip, leave that nigga on a flat

Already know I match the shoes up with the hat

Feeling epic add a bling up on my back

Shoot out, shoot out, shoot out, that boy jumper whack

Open up, keep that purple in my pack

Poor it up, I don't even drink like that

Score went up, know we always gone attack

Gotta get that crown I keep it on mental

Somehow got the talent ain't coincidental

Pullin hoes wit crooked teeth don't need no dental

Stayin patient gotta keep it in my mental