Patients is my Weapon

Raw dog how I carry myself want to be buried in wealth stay thrill when I step
Hood nigga want to be better
Raw dog how I carry myself want to be buried in wealth stay thrill when I step
Hood nigga want to be better
Like hoodie with diamond under my Gucci sweater
I hope you understand I'm the man I wish you would
Nigga come out in the fog looking for you in ya hood
Nigga interior red as as corps when its dead
I got some shit going on inside my head
I'm dressing comfortable in the coup and you know its red
Your crew got taught idea got copped ion the Porsche I got here that 9-11 sport
I Charisma I can tell you some things you can feel my pain
I'm too real to explain simple and plain
To you understand why I move with my Beretta
When I come around nigga I'm trying to teach yo ass better
Young kings G you know I got to get me together ball hard
Nigga told me you was a go getter ya

We goin ball see my patience you don't have to question
We goin live good unto we get are foot out the hood
See my patience you don't have question
We goin ball unto we reach fuckin heaven ya

Patience is a weapon I said patience is weapon
Patience is real nigga until I see heaven
Patience is weapon patience is weapon

Y'all I keep it going and it won't stop
Got locked like uh dread lock
Pep the game many still getting high can't afford cocaine
Stoned up in the blood stream to the brain
I know I'm gone I know I'm fucked up the alcoholic drunk
The world of viruses got me trapped me
The smell of death got my nose all stopped up
Even I believe in prayer there's no escape it's in the air
Stop waiting on the government to pay ya fair
You need to live life to the fullest with tender care

No time for depression
We Steeping in learn ya lesson
No time my Patience is my weapon
Life is short turn it to a blessing



Credits
Writer(s): Deshawn Mitchell Jr, Siron Colier
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