Miggie Jean - Patience (feat. Weedie TheGod & Tr38cho)

Time slows
The world goes
I chose peace
But who knows
Time slows
The world turns
We spoke vows
That's word
Time slows
This world blows
I chose peace
But who knows
Motherfucking re-up
We be up
I grind all summer but
That was the dilemma
They ain't see the vision
To set it off in the winter
I'm lit like Cleo
Queen Patra and you don know
I'm ready to let the bomb blow
The vibez dumb low
Conjure that eleven eleven
Then manifest a
Couple of sevens
Been all through the realm
Of emotions
Now I'm only going through
The motions
Like back in the days
When I smoked haze
I was minding business that pays
Ain't a damn thing change
Rat race, fast paced
Bless the Capitalist Gods
Every writer's block
Is a blessing from Them
Why sculpt songs
When I could chase
Nickels and dimes
Picture the times
When I'm only a notch
On the climb
Now I'm glaring through
The rear view
Waiting for the sign
Cuz if they start bussing
Gotta be ready for the plan
Time slows
The world goes
I chose peace
But who knows
Time slows
The world turns
We spoke vows
That's word
(Yea)
Every time I thought
That was that
They call me right back
(Right back)
Back to the block
Selling packs
(Selling packs)
Fuck it
I'm a push it to the max
(To the max)
Crazy how life
Work like that (Ugh)
I'm from the hood
Where it's hard to be good
(Where it's hard to be good)
Started out playing ball
Now he banging like Shug
(Banging like Shug)
Running round with the snakes
In the woods
Can't tell who's who
Cuz they come in sheep's wool
Yea get that money
Let it stack up
Shorty with the fat ass
Tell her back up
(Back, back)
I'm going all out then
I'm all in
Model like Al Davis
Win baby win
And my dedication on ten
It ain't nothing new dawg
This is how I been
(This is how I been)
We gon get paid then
Get paid again
Live free then pray
To God before I sin
(Sheesh)
Time slows
The world goes
I chose peace
But who knows
She said I got a fever 
And I believe her
The only thing
Quarantining shorty
And the beat up
Middle fingers pointed at
The leaders of the free world 
 Litter than a whole team
Of kittens with no fur
Observe and report 
This is murder in the first and
I'll surely get acquitted
Like a devil in the burbs 
With a bird's eye view
Of the apocalypse
I'll prolly pop bottles of Ciroc
With somebody's mom
And that's how I'm grinding
Monday to Friday
Nine hours daily
And I got a baby 
Fuck you, pay me's
A very cool phrase 
But you ain't Scorsese
Nor getting paid
Players say it ain't fair
But I'm here to get gwop
Made a couple beats
Now I sell em to the block
I talk a lot of shit but what
I'm not is a fool
I'm really tryin to get
My forty acres and a mule

Written by:
Mignant John, William Taggart, Willie Marsh

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