Curren$y, Smoke DZA - Patience lyrics

Right kushed God, Bitch
MonstaBeatz monstaBeatz
Really

Had some patience, Baby, while I handle BI
Had some patience baby while I handle BI
Work like my plug isn’t me
That audio dopest triage
I ain’t flying private 'less it’s G5
Scully tip to the side like I’m TI
Mackin' this hoe she from

I don’t do the pills ma this a tree high
Tinted that’s how we ride
Fingers crossed like eastside
We go so hard in the day
It’ll take a year to detox
All I see is pot, west
Coast trip for the restock, m-m-m-m
Monster feast on a MonstaBeatz snare
That bounce, that bounce, that bounce
It’s kinda hard to keep still
Hold up now let’s be clear
I keep it stoned and cool
We pioneered this style
We got some kids through school
I’m in my own top 5
Nah, nah really top 2, off this work I flew
It’s sweet as grape high chu ugh, yeah
I bogart the scene, shrimp po boy from Gene's
It's the brand new regime

Had some patience, Baby, while I handle BI
Had some patience baby while I handle BI
Work like my plug isn’t me
That audio dopest triage
I ain’t flying private 'less it’s G5
Scully tip to the side like I’m TI
Mackin' this hoe she from good lord

Hol' up, fix my chains, yeah
Bow down kiss these rangs, yeah
We stuntin' on em (Ugh)
Fly, that’s my lane (Ugh)
High that’s my range (Ugh)
Don’t miss this plane, yeah (Right)
Rolin' up in public and motherfuckers love it
Off the mighty green nugget
I done tripled up in budgets
Take it easy, awww cousin

Ugh clout chasing can cost your life, sucker
(Cost your life, sucker)
Coming through the hood to
Get your car washed
You ain’t grow up 'round them motherfuckers
('round them motherfuckers)
You wylin', son but they wilder than you
And them niggas where you really from
You like super done (Boy, you super done)
Super dead (Super dead) fugazi street cred
Real consequences while I’m in
The real big crib
Behind iron fences (Behind iron fences)
Listening to war stories
My homies really did shit
Really from the trenches
They got love for me (They got love for me)
Because I show them different
('Cause, I showed them different)
Brung em out the country to kick it
Brung em round some bitches
(Brung em round some bitches)
Brung em to the dealership like
(Brung em to the dealership)
"Damn, my nigga, pick some shit"
(Pick some shit) everytime the check hit
That’s how a nigga get

Had some patience, Baby, while I handle BI
Had some patience baby while I handle BI
Work like my plug isn’t me
That audio dopest triage
I ain’t flying private 'less it’s G5
Scully tip to the side like I’m TI
Mackin' this hoe she from good lord

Hol' up, fix my chains, yeah
Bow down kiss these rangs, yeah
We stuntin' on em (Ugh)
Fly, that’s my lane (Ugh)
High that’s my range (Ugh)
Don’t miss this plane, yeah
Good lord, good lord, good lord, good lord