| Man, I ain’t doin' shit
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| Just rolled up a jackhammer for The J-A
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| Mob
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| They didn’t see the vision, they was trippin' off the old shit
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| My phone keep clickin', we ain’t shippin' 'less it’s whole bricks
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| I tried to turn him onto tree, he just want his stove lit
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| He get a rush cookin' crack, pull up with the Cookie pack
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| Best friends fallin' out, they stuntin' on they Instagram
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| I keep my head down and keep winning 'cause I been the man
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| Pinky ring going crazy, yeah, a soft twenty grand
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| My mind racing wild, I’m just staring at the ceiling fan
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| Drugs numb it all, temporary but the pain deep
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| He tryna be like me, he a lame, gang fee
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| They don’t get no money, why he smokin' out the same P?
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| In the same tee, B of A is what they named me
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| I cash checks and check neck on the regular
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| I rep the Bay Area, I’m tellin' you, they scary, bruh
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| RIP to The Jack, this shit been funny lately
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| Why I keep chasin' death? |
| I’m glad my lil' girl saved me
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| Flight to Sinaloa, lil' lobster with the cartel
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| We global with it, it ain’t hard to tell, them people on my cell
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| We ain’t worried 'bout the feds, where my homies at?
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| Gelato 42, I’m smokin' weed and drinkin' cognac
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| It’s raining game where I’m from, to the pain, your boy is numb
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| Seen it all, can’t complain, I’m patient 'til the paper come
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| I ain’t scared to get my hands dirty, go on, make it run
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| I’m plugged in, take a ton, I’m patient 'til the paper come
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| It’s raining game where I’m from, to the pain, your boy is numb
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| Seen it all, can’t complain, I’m patient 'til the paper come
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| I ain’t scared to get my hands dirty, go on, make it run
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| I’m plugged in, take a ton, I’m patient 'til the paper come
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| The flower sets in, yeah, it’t fuckin' with your eyesight
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| You turn the leaf flawless, yeah, all my jewelry shine bright
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| We took a trip in '09, it got my mind right
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| The Midwest held me down before I learned to rhyme right (Before I knew how to
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| rap)
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| All I ever wanted was an S class
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| And a minibar at the crib for the head stash
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| It rain game in North Cal, look at all these plays
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| My rolodex crazy, I’m just glad I found another way
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| Jealousy and empty hands, vac bags and rubber bands
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| I’m a legend in the trap, a few don’t really understand
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| The farmers love to Cookie cut, we make cats rich
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| Just throw it in a blue pound bag and watch that bag flip
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| Sick to my stomach, seein' legends smokin' base rock (Damn)
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| Quarter mil' worth of ice, dawg, I’m takin' faceshots
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| Before I take a chain off, he’ll take a life quick
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| They tried to get my cousin in his cell with an icepick
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| It’s raining game where I’m from, to the pain, your boy is numb
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| Seen it all, can’t complain, I’m patient 'til the paper come
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| I ain’t scared to get my hands dirty, go on, make it run
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| I’m plugged in, take a ton, I’m patient 'til the paper come
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| It’s raining game where I’m from, to the pain, your boy is numb
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| Seen it all, can’t complain, I’m patient 'til the paper come
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| I ain’t scared to get my hands dirty, go on, make it run
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| I’m plugged in, take a ton, I’m patient 'til the paper come
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| Yeah
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| I’m talkin' 'bout real paper, too
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| My first million was cute
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| I want the biz
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| I want the biz, yeah
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| Wipe up
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| El Chivo |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Patient , by - Berner. Song from the album El Chivo, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп