Obie Trice, P8tience - P8tience lyrics
[Obie Trice, P8tience - P8tience lyrics]
Keep me in your prayers ‘cause
I’ve been drinking Stolis
Riding in a stoley, plotting on a kony
Stomach rumbling, stomach touching
I need to eat
I mean trouble, I’m seeing double
I need to sleep living amongst wolves
I’m riding with all demons
I’m just trying to find the way in, no Keenan
If I’m getting armed up
You’re catching it palms up
Chrome squeezing’s an orgy
Niggas is all fucked
I’m from the gutter
I’m well aware of suffering
Two brothers, one ratchet, stuck hustling
No love for them, the fuzz
They want to cuff ‘em
Got to feed my loved ones, nigga, fuck ‘em
Clutching the sandwich bag
That’s where the candy at
Addicts rolling in wheelchairs
I serve ‘em handy cats
Thought that’s where my answer’s at
Heartless and the
Chasing baller dreams ‘til my carcass
In that casket blat die before I open my eye
Nigga holding the pie
Holding the soldier’s pride
‘Cause niggas just living ain’t being alive
If you ain’t feeling what I’m spitting
Then you’re living a lie
Patience, transition, it takes discipline
Decisions, only shit quakes nigga’s position
One day, you’re in the kitchen, the next
Your flow’s sickening
I’m a eye witness, my nigga
Is you listening?
See I was broke, no fashion
Gloves on the ratchet
When you was saying "cheers", O
I ain’t had a glass to camera shy
The cannons we buy don’t have flashes
The next nigga out the hood
Trying to get to Mathis
Obie, give me that chance, I’ll kill for it
Feed the kids, put my face on the billboard
And I know you’re still trying to
Get a feel for it but these other niggas
They ain’t got the zeal for it
Sometimes, you’re too real for it
I know your frustration
I’ve been casing that for ages
Seems all the fake niggas
Taking their vacations
While we’re pushing freebase
Facing incarceration
We ain’t floss hating, let the boys get paper
Be patient, yours is in the making
Loyalty never forsaken
Lay and get your cake up
Prior breakup never turn Trice traitor
I cry ‘bout what life give ya
That’s your make up
Maybelline cover up your nature, cup up
By any means seem is our equation, fuck’s up
Is being mean until we hit it major, nut up
Niggas see Pai, pay, it’s mayday, AK
SK, HK, put it in their face day
Drop ‘em in the crate day
Leave ‘em by the lake day
Point me to your writers
I’m turning this Al-Qaeda
Nine stamps on the passport
‘cause I’m balling
Niggas calling me a bad sport
I got the answer for niggas who making beef
And I’m turning this to mad cow season bME
Nigga P8tience obie Trice
The Hangover take your time with this
I’ve been drinking Stolis
Riding in a stoley, plotting on a kony
Stomach rumbling, stomach touching
I need to eat
I mean trouble, I’m seeing double
I need to sleep living amongst wolves
I’m riding with all demons
I’m just trying to find the way in, no Keenan
If I’m getting armed up
You’re catching it palms up
Chrome squeezing’s an orgy
Niggas is all fucked
I’m from the gutter
I’m well aware of suffering
Two brothers, one ratchet, stuck hustling
No love for them, the fuzz
They want to cuff ‘em
Got to feed my loved ones, nigga, fuck ‘em
Clutching the sandwich bag
That’s where the candy at
Addicts rolling in wheelchairs
I serve ‘em handy cats
Thought that’s where my answer’s at
Heartless and the
Chasing baller dreams ‘til my carcass
In that casket blat die before I open my eye
Nigga holding the pie
Holding the soldier’s pride
‘Cause niggas just living ain’t being alive
If you ain’t feeling what I’m spitting
Then you’re living a lie
Patience, transition, it takes discipline
Decisions, only shit quakes nigga’s position
One day, you’re in the kitchen, the next
Your flow’s sickening
I’m a eye witness, my nigga
Is you listening?
See I was broke, no fashion
Gloves on the ratchet
When you was saying "cheers", O
I ain’t had a glass to camera shy
The cannons we buy don’t have flashes
The next nigga out the hood
Trying to get to Mathis
Obie, give me that chance, I’ll kill for it
Feed the kids, put my face on the billboard
And I know you’re still trying to
Get a feel for it but these other niggas
They ain’t got the zeal for it
Sometimes, you’re too real for it
I know your frustration
I’ve been casing that for ages
Seems all the fake niggas
Taking their vacations
While we’re pushing freebase
Facing incarceration
We ain’t floss hating, let the boys get paper
Be patient, yours is in the making
Loyalty never forsaken
Lay and get your cake up
Prior breakup never turn Trice traitor
I cry ‘bout what life give ya
That’s your make up
Maybelline cover up your nature, cup up
By any means seem is our equation, fuck’s up
Is being mean until we hit it major, nut up
Niggas see Pai, pay, it’s mayday, AK
SK, HK, put it in their face day
Drop ‘em in the crate day
Leave ‘em by the lake day
Point me to your writers
I’m turning this Al-Qaeda
Nine stamps on the passport
‘cause I’m balling
Niggas calling me a bad sport
I got the answer for niggas who making beef
And I’m turning this to mad cow season bME
Nigga P8tience obie Trice
The Hangover take your time with this