Patience (feat. Roo)
I been feeling lately like honestly
There's not a lot of shit I couldn't do
I don't even be trying
And if I was lying I'd be in a zoo
Unlucky for you I'm not
I'll take it wherever no matter how far
Shit start to go down
They be ready to stop
And How you think I made it this far
Without a few problems
Or opps that I had to knock-off
I been in the game for a while
We not playing softball
Got AKs and pistols
Leave holes in a nigga the size of a golf ball
Then I get back to making this music
Luxurious living is part of my destiny
I can smell Ratatouilles
But luckily
I got the recipe
And the cheddar cheese
So you better cheat
Cuz we ruling the game
It's like Mighty and Roo are like one in the same
Don't be coming to play
And be gracious that we let you stay here
I'm tired of having to say it
Let's get back to basics
You been awfully late on ya payments
You broke and you don't wanna say it
I won't even say shit
I'll pull out and spray it
It's alright a doctor got patience
I ain't got the patience
I know you wanna ask me I can see it on y'all faces
Alligator belt on
Imma tell y'all see y'all later
Cuz If I let y'all in y'all would just
Get all in my way bruh
And I ain't got the patience
Get down or law down
Bitches I prefer face down
I got these dollars to make now
Look at who holding the weight now
I ain't have shit
Down on my dick
I used to sleep on the couch
Now the boy running wild
Smoking trees by the pound
Dropping this heat
When you talking to me
And you ask for a feat
Every verse is a thou
Sand In my toes
Cuz life is a beach
You can't see what I see
If you seen what I seen
You'd go crazy believe me
I'm eating the game up
Then order sashimi
I make it look easy
Don't put your hand out
I ain't taking no freebie
You see me on TV
And wish you could be me
Freaky lil Thang got her head game cold
She gonna need her a beanie
She stroke through my hair
And then tell me I'm dreamy
She make me wanna eat it
She let me just bite it
And tease it and squeeze it
She telling me please
You Ain't got to believe me
I'm running The game and I'm
Scoring like Mike in his prime
Swish every bucket they pass me
And how do it do it
I don't got the patience to answer
Please don't ask me shit bitch
There's not a lot of shit I couldn't do
I don't even be trying
And if I was lying I'd be in a zoo
Unlucky for you I'm not
I'll take it wherever no matter how far
Shit start to go down
They be ready to stop
And How you think I made it this far
Without a few problems
Or opps that I had to knock-off
I been in the game for a while
We not playing softball
Got AKs and pistols
Leave holes in a nigga the size of a golf ball
Then I get back to making this music
Luxurious living is part of my destiny
I can smell Ratatouilles
But luckily
I got the recipe
And the cheddar cheese
So you better cheat
Cuz we ruling the game
It's like Mighty and Roo are like one in the same
Don't be coming to play
And be gracious that we let you stay here
I'm tired of having to say it
Let's get back to basics
You been awfully late on ya payments
You broke and you don't wanna say it
I won't even say shit
I'll pull out and spray it
It's alright a doctor got patience
I ain't got the patience
I know you wanna ask me I can see it on y'all faces
Alligator belt on
Imma tell y'all see y'all later
Cuz If I let y'all in y'all would just
Get all in my way bruh
And I ain't got the patience
Get down or law down
Bitches I prefer face down
I got these dollars to make now
Look at who holding the weight now
I ain't have shit
Down on my dick
I used to sleep on the couch
Now the boy running wild
Smoking trees by the pound
Dropping this heat
When you talking to me
And you ask for a feat
Every verse is a thou
Sand In my toes
Cuz life is a beach
You can't see what I see
If you seen what I seen
You'd go crazy believe me
I'm eating the game up
Then order sashimi
I make it look easy
Don't put your hand out
I ain't taking no freebie
You see me on TV
And wish you could be me
Freaky lil Thang got her head game cold
She gonna need her a beanie
She stroke through my hair
And then tell me I'm dreamy
She make me wanna eat it
She let me just bite it
And tease it and squeeze it
She telling me please
You Ain't got to believe me
I'm running The game and I'm
Scoring like Mike in his prime
Swish every bucket they pass me
And how do it do it
I don't got the patience to answer
Please don't ask me shit bitch
Credits
Writer(s): Tykell Percell, Aaron Levi Brooks
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