Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song P8tience , by - Obie Trice. Song from the album The Hangover, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 06.08.2015
Record label: Black Market Entertainment
Song language: English
P8tience |
| 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 |