Patience

I'm coming for your heads
Hangin pussies from a thread
Talk shit you gettin slit
Slit
Dice ya up in tiny bits
Told ya what would happen
You thought I was cappin
Cappin
Laying waste to your place
Comin last in this race
Your existence a disgrace
Tie a rope round your neck
And fuckin break your spine
Lost it, my minds exhausted
Hearing these fuckers talk shit
So come let's take a lick
Either get hit or choke on my dick
I don't really give a fuck

I ain't got time or the patience
patience
For any bitch that's debating
Debating
Run, and take a lap
Like you do your trap
I'm one in the making
Making
I ain't got time or the patience
Patience
For any bitch that's debating
Debating
Run, and take a lap
Like you do your trap
Bitch I'm in the making
Making

Oh you big mad
Yeah
Leave a nigga with a toe tag
What
Snitch bitch get it any day
Don't you dare say my name
Or leave in a body bag, wait
Or leave in a body bag, hey
Yeah, Okay okay okay
Out here, gotta feed the fam
Shoot a motherfucker for a grand
Keep a Ruger in my pants
Stay poppin off, need no xan
X on your head
Put you to bed
1 shot after another
Nother
Aimed at you and yo lover
Yo lover
Ride round yo block, creep slow
Find where you stay, heat blow
Nigga try, leave you high like a c note
C
Like Mariah, when you taste what I Carey
Kill ya n read your obituary
Obituary

I ain't got time or the patience
patience
For any bitch that's debating
Debating
Run, and take a lap
Like you do your trap
I'm one in the making
Making
I ain't got time or the patience
Patience
For any bitch that's debating
Debating
Run, and take a lap
Like you do your trap
Bitch I'm in the making
Making

I ain't got time or the patience
patience
For any bitch that's debating
Debating
Run, and take a lap
Like you do your trap
I'm one in the making
Making



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Writer(s): Anthony Childs
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