NIE - INTOLERABLE PATIENCE

There's a super thin line between love and hate
Cause usually the hate be the realest when the love is fake
They tellin' stories about the kid but that's just cause I'm great
Make sure you ask them when they tell you did I leave a plate

Cause round me, everybody gets to eat
Shorty tryna kick it, tell her hurry up just grab some cleats
Cause I'm gon' bring the ball, baby you just got a ball
How you waiting on the paper, what if paper never calls

And greatness now lying in the hands of perception
But me my team focused, we still aiming at perfection
We tryna cop the club, them niggas tryna cop a section
We focused on the real, them niggas stuck inside deception

It's all misconception, link my plug with a plug
Now them niggas, they connected, you niggas buying weapons
You wouldn't bust a grape, all these stars on my body
You would swore I worked for BAPE, 3 to 8, 3 to 8

It's 3 minutes till 8, man you know, let that bitch breathe
No pen, no pad, what's up Dorshae
The thing I hate the most is niggas frontin' on they friends
How you look down on the beamer just because you copped a Benz

When I was growing up, my older niggas, they had fins
Used to catch us all through traffic, sliding through, we looked like twins
We was focused on our wins, everybody racking up
Them niggas saw me moving in, that's when they started packing up

Them bitches already acting up, cause they heard I'm in that city
Man, them niggas just some dubs in the pocket for the 50
I was listening to some 50, many men was on my mind
You just stacking for a watch well you already wasting time

fucking all them nickels, niggas go and get a dime
You a lover or a hater, here's the line, pick a side
There's a super thin line between love and hate
Cause usually the hate be the realest when the love is fake

They telling stories about the kid, but that's just cause I'm great
Make sure you ask them when they tell you did I leave a plate
Cause round me, everybody gets to eat
Shorty trying to kick it, tell her, hurry up, just grab some cleats

Cause I'm gonna bring the ball, baby, you just got a ball
How you waiting on the paper? What if paper never call
What if paper never call? What if that phone never ring
You can't really get flying unless your team got wings

We all young kings, and we all trying to get it
Hater niggas probably cop it, but they body can't fit it
Whole team come fitted, Hewgo ks on my snapback
Me and Monte was really popping on the snapchat
Check it, you can fact that, nigga, where the pack at
All my old bitches begging me to bring the mac back
They want me on that pimp shit, they want me on that player shit
See the bitch I take out and then I fuck her later shit

You catch me in the latest shit, know I'm on some fly shit
Them niggas moving sluggish, they just on some get by shit
There's a super thin line between love and hate
Cause usually the hate be the realest when the love is fake

They telling stories about the kid, but that's just cause I'm great
Make sure you ask them when they tell you did I leave a plate
Cause round me, everybody gets to eat
Shorty trying to kick it, tell her hurry up, just grab some cleats

Cause I'm gonna bring the ball, baby, you just got a ball
How you waiting on the paper? What if paper never calls
There's a super thin line between love and hate
Cause round me, everybody gets to eat

There's a super thin line
There's a super thin line
There's a super thin line between love and hate

Written by:
Nigel Ribeiro

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