Juggman Ty & PayHomage - Patience

Ayyyeee
When ya world weighing down ya back against the wall
Put ya 10 on the ground ya just gotta stand tall
You know them folks gone hate, but its still fuck em cause we ball
Got the plates like a buffet nobody round me ever starves
I'm so sick of pussy n*****s trying to tell me that they with it
Dawg them be the same n*****s snitching before they fingers printed
In his feelings about these bitches asking why she liking pictures
Insecure just like a hoe man whats wrong with these n*****s
Like a G I keep it pimping not even with different women
I just go and get the bag put the check before ya feelings
If ya can't keep it 100 we can't even have no dealings
I'm so straight on all the fake I only kick it with the Benjis
When ya world weighing down ya back against the wall
Put ya 10 on the ground ya just gotta stand tall
You know them folks gone hate but its still fuck em cause we ball
Got the plates like a buffet nobody round me ever starves
I might just slap a pussy nigga the next time he says he's with it
And I know his ass lying I'm tired of letting that shit slide
Like a bike that got no wheels or a car without the gear
Shit don't even make no sense how the hell you finna ride
You can miss me with the flex i'm playing chess you're playing checkers
N****s swear they got the answers until you put them to the test
We collecting head shots, so why the fuck you got a vest
Never folding like some paper I'm a diamond under pressure
When ya world weighing down ya back against the wall
Put ya 10 on the ground ya just gotta stand tall
You know them folks gone hate but its still fuck em cause we ball
Got the plates like a buffet nobody round me ever starves
I been focused on my grind patience I got no time to wait no parking
Might as well roll a blunt get high and face and hit that shit just like ya Smokey
Got to know i'm focused like i'm Ford no Tony Hawk but know i'm grinding for it
I been hella active for the cheese the mice of course you know we firing on them
When you catch them slipping make it sneeze bless them fuckers like ah-choo or some
If you're really out here about that cream stack it up and stay away from them busters
Money's been the motive lets get active gotta thank the jays for the Naismith
Know I got a shooter like he's Klay yeah but know I got a 30 don't get flamed and
I'm in a lane of my own most of these niggas be clones most of these niggas be hoes
They be bitch and they fold that be the shit I can't do
When ya world weighing down ya back against the wall
Put ya 10 on the ground ya just gotta stand tall
You know them folks gone hate but its still fuck em cause we ball
Got the plates like a buffet nobody round me ever starves
I been focused on my grind patience I got no time to wait no parking
Might as well roll a blunt get high and face and hit that shit just like ya Smokey

Written by:
FREDDIE III ERVIN

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