CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Patience

[Jay Gudda]
I'm running out of patience
Like goodness gracious, f*ck these conversations
I don't wanna hear no shit from all these bitches with no day shifts
Man I just can't take it, and I just can't f*ck with fake shit
Man this shit basic
All I ever had was p*ssy, purp, and problems with the same bitch
I ain't never had no problems with these pussies, they just anxious
I ain't never done no gang shit, I ain't never felt so thankless
I ain't never had no locks, just some box that bitches came with
Does anyone speak my language, don't touch my main bitch
Don't touch my brother, that's my brother, no acquaintance
I told my mother that I love her, every day shit
Nah we don't play bitch, you know my name bitch
G-U-D-D-A bitch, this ain't no lane switch
That road to riches and those bitches ain't the same trip
I'm tryna get out this basement, I'm tryna get off this pavement
But I don't want to be famous
I'm running out of patience

[Jay Gudda]
And we ain't on the same shit
Look who you hang with, ya'll so f*cking shameless
I ain't gonna say no name
But they know Jay don't play no favorites
Man I hate that lame shit, I don't want no more brain bitch
I want my space bitch
I'm a little too f*cked up off dirty cups, I need surveillance
I'm a little too turnt up, my slut just caught me speaking Spanglish Where the f*ck is your basis, where the f*ck is your faith bitch
I ain't never had no push, but my kush connect is Asian
He don't ever shave shit, I'm here for greatness
So f*ck your comment, just be honest to my face bitch
And keep your promise, like your promise really weighs shit
I f*cking hate this, but I hope you take dick
I ain't no f*cking saint bitch, watch who you pray with
That girl in bed might give you head, but she ain't brainless
She's like f*ck relations, I'm like f*ck these stations
I need some changes
And I'm running out of patience

[Jay Gudda]
Man this shit got me nauseous
Proceed with caution, cuz I think I just lost it
I don't really f*ck with Boston
And this shit been on my conscience, it feels so toxic
And I feel so exhausted, I might just off shit
I ain't never seen such p*ssy motherf*ckers talking raw shit
I ain't never seen such lazy motherf*ckers talking boss shit
And these bitches got options, and I've been taking losses
So I might pull some jaws shit

[Jay Gudda]
I was chillin' in my Nissan, with a bitch I used to creep on
Not the type to get deep on, keep gone
See I was who she'd sleep on, but now she need XXXX
I think it took like three songs, now take a look at what she be on
Three Psalms, praying that I respond, cuz she wanna keep XXXX
But I'm not the type to lean on
I'm only happy when the beat's on
Especially when my esteem's gone
I f*ck her blue with my jeans on, shit I read the text all week long
Mix it with my hatred, Purple Heart to my patience