[Verse 1]
Patience, that’s the shit that I’m lacking
My refusal to wait could be the reason I’m lacking
Or put in, back of the back just like a hustler, trapper
The only thing I’m slanging nowadays is tips for these rappers
I came for the capture, scratch that I came for the rapture
A human disaster, scratch that a melody master
That’s getting tired of these lame backpackers with fashion
Or whatever they call it, I just know you niggas ain’t matching
And it’s closer to tragic but that ain’t my problem, I got bigger fish
After I fry it, go get the plates, imma split the shit
Cause what’s eating when yo family hungry
I’m still learning, mama said I’m bad at managing money
But how you good at handling something you never had before?
Still remember when we had to put that sheet over the door
Cause 5-0 put on a show, and our residence was the setting stage
Too bad the man they did it for is somewhere out the way (let’s go!)
And you expect me to be humble with a hunnid grand?
I been ten toes, jumped off the porch and started running man
I been here before, watch me maneuver like it’s nothing
And that boy ballon fly, that’s why he on the up and up again (Mmhmm)
So what you want? An apology for arrival?
I told you I was coming, you mad cause I’m not a liar
Be patient, told my niggas I’m coming back to inspire they ambitions
So they can quit supplying, maybe retire from the streets
Know you got it out the mud but nigga plant yo seed, ain’t no need for taking a nigga harvest
Just tend to yo garden, and don’t worry ‘bout being target
I promise in due time, you’ll gather all that you need
Slept on a futon while working this recipe, and now it’s California King
I put two EPs into the game for a heat check, so pardon me if lately I’m blowin off steam
I gotta practice patience
I’m bouta shake it till I blow, no need for masturbation cause nowadays bitches throwing the pussy at me
And I can’t fake it, maybe three years ago I’d be turnt, but I’m getting older and peeping the meanings behind they actions
I’m savvy, thats why I’m elastic when dodging all the madness
I bend but I don’t ever break, bag of Mary Jane to meditate and even medicate
Dreamt of being this heavy when I was just a welterweight, breaking records to set em straight
(Whew!)
I like that....
[Verse 2]
If you been impatient, I’m sorry
I know that you waiting on music, my momma still waiting on that La Ferrari
I know some niggas that’s still waiting on some money borrowed
I’m getting to it, I’m just tryna make it to tomorrow
And that shit harder than it sounds
We working for weight watchers the way that we getting off all these pounds
A monotone nigga when iffy folks is around so don’t ask for my shoe size, you never could walk this mile, sheesh
Sorry if I’m coming cocky
It’s just I got the heart of Rocky, and I’m thinking nobody can stop me
Man, nobody can top me
Mama said that when we get the bread imma eventually have the birds flocking
And I ain’t take that shit to heart, but now it’s happening
Bitches they only want me for what they hear in these tunes
But they don’t know this music is more than beats and I’m actually going through all the shit that I’m spitting inside this booth, true
So I’m just waiting on my moment
If I only got 15 minutes, I’m taking out 15 opponents
I got the liquor and the weed, them be the two components
I’m keeping up wit myself, so really it’s fuck the Jones’
This backwood ain’t for stress, I’m really just smoking on it
Who told you niggas was smoking away they issues?
Face a wood like it’s tissue and then I strategize
I need all of the details, I micromanage mines
Handle my music the same way I like to handle time
Gentle as nigga who just copped a Bentley for weekend rental
I seem to find myself when I’m rapping on instrumentals
You niggas cavity sweet, and I’m flossing like I’m on dental, ugh
The only difference is I got a purpose
I’m employing this music the way that I make it work and,..
I ain’t stopping now, I got a couple of people sitting and waiting
I’m bringing the heat, I promise, be patient
This for the summertime...
(Whew!!!)
