Patience Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Shout out to everybody that been fuckin' with my music for real, yo

Ain't even a whole lot of y'all, but who gives a fuck

Pussy ass niggas keep playin'. Chopper on my hitter, he sprayin

Leave him on the street where he layin', lookin' like a piece of the pavement

Started from the bottom, from the basement, we ain't really got a lot of patience

Roll up then we smoke him like we facin', we gon' catch a body like Jason

Watch who you talk to and know what you sayin

Cause I got them niggas that drill in advance

They pull up with Uzis and hop out the vans

They ain't sparin' feelings, they kill in a glance

Whole hood know that you stamped, pleadin' the fifth while you tell on your manz

Nigga, you don't give a damn. You rather snitch before get in a jam

You had his life in your hands, just walked away like you did what you can

You really think that we playin'? Till you see choppers and we make you dance

Never come back to the hood, you know that you ain't good no more

And even if you ever do, you know that we gon' blow

Send his ass up to the heavens, holes in his body, I gave him like seven

Shot him at ten, he was dead by eleven, by then I was at my boy crib playin' Tekken

And that's what I'll say to the boys if they ever come around here checkin

My niggas ain't singin' like Usher, they ain't got no time for confessions

Pussy, you should always keep a weapon, always keep a hollow when you steppin

Pull up with the ruler like I was his tutor, he gon' learn his lesson

Teach a nigga how to catch a shellcase

Hollows in his body, leave a nigga with a pale face

Fuck around and ask him while he dying, "how the shell taste?"

Ammo kinda old, so it probably got a stale taste

If he had it on him then it could've been a stalemate

Well now that boy layin' in blood, it is what it is

And was what it was, was livin' his life like he was a thug

Pussy ass niggas keep playin'. Chopper on my hitter, he sprayin

Leave him on the street where he layin', lookin' like a piece of the pavement

Started from the bottom, from the basement, we ain't really got a lot of patience

Roll up then we smoke him like we facin', we gon' catch a body like Jason

You could get wrapped like a gift and topped with a ribbon, mailed to your family for Christmas

We'll put your top in a box and then we gon' send it, no licks, but your head be gifted

To all of your folks where you live. You try me you trippin', they found that out in the kitchen

Where is your son? Bitch, he missin', he got me livid, probably because he ain't listen

We took him out on a mission, must've been lippin' off at the mouth, now he driftin

Probably somewhere down the river, no hair, no teeth, no heart, fingers or liver

They ain't seen his face in plenty of days, but trust me by now they remember

Niggas always talkin' that tough shit, till I had a squad pull up to the function

Flyer than a goose, look at everybody duckin', but you never see the ratchet on me cause it's tucked in

I ain't come to fight, homie, I ain't for the tusslin'

Hope that you don't make the wrong move cause I'm bussin

Thinkin' that you came in with your crew, I ain't uppin

But nigga, I ain't scared of nothin

Talk at your face, get hit in your stomach

Police on the way, now his body gushin

Pussy ass niggas keep playin'. Chopper on my hitter, he sprayin

Leave him on the street where he layin', lookin' like a piece of the pavement

Started from the bottom, from the basement, we ain't really got a lot of patience

Roll up then we smoke him like we facin', we gon' catch a body like Jason

Shout out to the gang nigga

Money Over Entertainment

Yeah yeah yeah

Fuck that, we gone leave that like that