[Intro]
Yeah
Pynt
My patience is running thin
Okay, okay
Check it
Pynt
[Verse 1]
Are you mad cause I'm white, cause I'm witty on the mic?
I'ma make her feel the hype, so tight, the flow is so bright, there ain't nowhere to hide at
Know you fucking with the Pynt, bitch, I'm wicked, I'm a beast, new rap stars piss me off
Yeah I talking them tight ass clothes and dresses look like Betty Bop
So fuck if you offended, really think I care about your damn feelings when I don't, bitch
You lose, I'm winning and that goes for anyone tryna enter my building, hah
This is a shit storm, see I been through hell and it gets warm
I'm out of line so they yelling to uniform, I swear to god you never stepped on a platform
One bump of the bass hit, I'm on fire, keep the place lit
Been around for a while and I ain't leaving, punk bitch, yeah face it
When you talk about legends, you talk about greats, you talking 'bout me
And when you speak on my name, start your sentence with King
I don't take shit, I make shit then I throw it at you haters
You may shift, so damn fake, you need a facelift
I'm a vet, I've been doing this for ages
So I'm done with this foolery, hip-hop ain't what it used to be
It's less words and more nudity and these fuckers still they outdoing me
But fuck it though cause any time they hear me, yeah they know I flow
And every show, let it go, I'm a goddamn pro and my dick is a pole and it's swinging low
So get off it, muthafucka, let my dick head go
Told you that I'm ready to devour so anybody ever want it, you just let me know
Cause I'm ready to pop off, don't ask for more
[Chorus]
And my patience is so low, yeah, so thin
And my patience is no-ot to be played with
And my patience ain't got time for no fake friends
And my patience is the fact y'all still breathing
And my patience said fuck awaiting, just make it known
T-taking over, this rap game is my fucking home
Throw my shoes off, I got comfortable and now I'm all alone
Turn the beat up, I grab the pen and pad and now I'm in my zone, let's go
[Verse 2]
Yeah, I'ma bust shots, give a fuck about who, where, what's not
All these muthafuckas waiting like a bus stop while I take their bitch and we bed rock, yup
See I'm coming from the underground, and underground KD bring the Thunder sound
Just know one thing, I don't fuck around and if you got a problem, homie, I can buck 'em down, yeah
Most don't like my style, probably cause it's so cocky
And haters got plans to pop me but fuck it, I'm never stopping
You can keep watching, arrivederci to you bitches who mock me
And you can keep talking, better pray to god, homie, keep walking
Cause I don't wanna have to do what I have to do to a fool like you, dude
In the booth I'm the truth, you can lose a tooth with a boot
Knock knock, get the hint like Blues Clues
Ooh yeah this rap game done got shatted on
And this mainstream can kiss my ass and suck my dick and look down upon
I ain't never ask for this life, I ain't never question it either
I just picked up the pen, proceeded to bust flows and music never gets no cheaper
So I break my damn back and still making a short stack
And how I'm always broke but I still will afford rap, I'm at your house on the door mat, muthafucka
Anybody wanna come and try and test me, it's gonna get messy, who the fuck could best me?
I can feel the adrenaline, even through my testi's, and when I grab the mic, all you fuckers better be ready
Just so you know, I'm sick and bust flows, any individual thinking he will blow
These muthafuckas lying while taking these photos and I lose money in the music, it's making me go broke
[Chorus]
And my patience is so low, yeah, so thin
And my patience is no-ot to be played with
And my patience ain't got time for no fake friends
And my patience is the fact y'all still breathing
And my patience said fuck awaiting, just make it known
T-taking over, this rap game is my fucking home
Throw my shoes off, I got comfortable and now I'm all alone
Turn the beat up, I grab the pen and pad and now I'm in my zone, let's go
