INTOLERABLE PATIENCE Lyrics

There's a super thin line between love and hate

Cause usually the hate be the realest when the love is fake

They tellin' stories about the kid but that's just cause I'm great

Make sure you ask them when they tell you did I leave a plate

Cause round me, everybody gets to eat

Shorty tryna kick it, tell her hurry up just grab some cleats

Cause I'm gon' bring the ball, baby you just got a ball

How you waiting on the paper, what if paper never calls

And greatness now lying in the hands of perception

But me my team focused, we still aiming at perfection

We tryna cop the club, them niggas tryna cop a section

We focused on the real, them niggas stuck inside deception

It's all misconception, link my plug with a plug

Now them niggas, they connected, you niggas buying weapons

You wouldn't bust a grape, all these stars on my body

You would swore I worked for BAPE, 3 to 8, 3 to 8

It's 3 minutes till 8, man you know, let that bitch breathe

No pen, no pad, what's up Dorshae

The thing I hate the most is niggas frontin' on they friends

How you look down on the beamer just because you copped a Benz

When I was growing up, my older niggas, they had fins

Used to catch us all through traffic, sliding through, we looked like twins

We was focused on our wins, everybody racking up

Them niggas saw me moving in, that's when they started packing up

Them bitches already acting up, cause they heard I'm in that city

Man, them niggas just some dubs in the pocket for the 50

I was listening to some 50, many men was on my mind

You just stacking for a watch well you already wasting time

fucking all them nickels, niggas go and get a dime

You a lover or a hater, here's the line, pick a side

There's a super thin line between love and hate

Cause usually the hate be the realest when the love is fake

They telling stories about the kid, but that's just cause I'm great

Make sure you ask them when they tell you did I leave a plate

Cause round me, everybody gets to eat

Shorty trying to kick it, tell her, hurry up, just grab some cleats

Cause I'm gonna bring the ball, baby, you just got a ball

How you waiting on the paper? What if paper never call

What if paper never call? What if that phone never ring

You can't really get flying unless your team got wings

We all young kings, and we all trying to get it

Hater niggas probably cop it, but they body can't fit it

Whole team come fitted, Hewgo ks on my snapback

Me and Monte was really popping on the snapchat

Check it, you can fact that, nigga, where the pack at

All my old bitches begging me to bring the mac back

They want me on that pimp shit, they want me on that player shit

See the bitch I take out and then I fuck her later shit

You catch me in the latest shit, know I'm on some fly shit

Them niggas moving sluggish, they just on some get by shit

There's a super thin line between love and hate

Cause usually the hate be the realest when the love is fake

They telling stories about the kid, but that's just cause I'm great

Make sure you ask them when they tell you did I leave a plate

Cause round me, everybody gets to eat

Shorty trying to kick it, tell her hurry up, just grab some cleats

Cause I'm gonna bring the ball, baby, you just got a ball

How you waiting on the paper? What if paper never calls

There's a super thin line between love and hate

Cause round me, everybody gets to eat

There's a super thin line

There's a super thin line

There's a super thin line between love and hate