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Patience Video (MV)




Performed By: Gunplay
Length: 3:39
Written by: Richard Morales Jr.




Gunplay - Patience Lyrics
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I can't let that slide
Nah, not this time
Payback's a bitch, revenge is a must
Vengeance is mine

Elevated, mass slaughter, premeditated
Livin' like I never made it
Like I ain't got heavyweighting
Pussy boy don't ever play me
Double drugs, serenading
Slugs in ya marinating
Two gloves, Gary Peyton
Praying for some peace, but these niggas play for keeps
Put a whole hundo in car door and seats
'Bout my muthaf*ckin' paper ain't no assalamualaikum
Just murdered death kill, ain't no city that you're safe in
And I'm making that a promise to your jitz and your mama and your bitch
I be beating with no muthaf*ckin' condom
Niggas dying over chains or they fryin' over change
Got a missile for the issue and a tissue for the pain

Shots fired, niggas die, can't cry (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Shots fired, niggas die, can't cry (and the war goes on)
Shots fired, niggas die, can't cry (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Shots fired, niggas die, can't cry (and the war goes on)

Only thang on my mind, payin' back what I owe
That's a bullet to the head, that's a blade to the throat
And I swear on the Lord, he goin' straight to the morgue
For not knowin' what he doin', 'cause there's a line you don't cross
And you did, now you dead
Drop the bike on ya head
Yeah you made that muthaf*cka, time to lay in your bed
I'mma chase 'til I catch, 'til your box close last, 'til your face all patched up
Laying on asphalt
Down to my last draw
Down to my last 'gar
Down to my last bullet
Pull it and blast off
I don't be playin'
That's all I be sayin'
When it comes to murder, ain't a yard I won't lay in

Shots fired, niggas die, can't cry (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Shots fired, niggas die, can't cry (and the war goes on)
Shots fired, niggas die, can't cry (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Shots fired, niggas die, can't cry (and the war goes on)

I'm on the way
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
I'm on the way
All I want is white
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)

The game ain't ever been based on no sympathy
Only thing matter who dyin' or who gon' kill for me
Only thing I care about you not knowing my whereabouts
Dude just food, new dinner on my table top

Shots fired, niggas die, can't cry
Shots fired, niggas die, can't cry (and the war goes on)
Shots fired, niggas die, can't cry (we on the way)
Shots fired, niggas die, can't cry (and the war goes on)
(We on the way)

I ain't got enough time
A lot of money, it's gon' be fun
Lotta homework, on yo own turf
We on the way, be patience
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I can't let that slide
Nah, not this time
Payback's a bitch, revenge is a must
Vengeance is mine

Elevated, mass slaughter, premeditated
Livin' like I never made it
Like I ain't got heavyweighting
Pussy boy don't ever play me
Double drugs, serenading
Slugs in ya marinating
Two gloves, Gary Peyton
Praying for some peace, but these niggas play for keeps
Put a whole hundo in car door and seats
'Bout my muthaf*ckin' paper ain't no assalamualaikum
Just murdered death kill, ain't no city that you're safe in
And I'm making that a promise to your jitz and your mama and your bitch
I be beating with no muthaf*ckin' condom
Niggas dying over chains or they fryin' over change
Got a missile for the issue and a tissue for the pain

Shots fired, niggas die, can't cry (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Shots fired, niggas die, can't cry (and the war goes on)
Shots fired, niggas die, can't cry (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Shots fired, niggas die, can't cry (and the war goes on)

Only thang on my mind, payin' back what I owe
That's a bullet to the head, that's a blade to the throat
And I swear on the Lord, he goin' straight to the morgue
For not knowin' what he doin', 'cause there's a line you don't cross
And you did, now you dead
Drop the bike on ya head
Yeah you made that muthaf*cka, time to lay in your bed
I'mma chase 'til I catch, 'til your box close last, 'til your face all patched up
Laying on asphalt
Down to my last draw
Down to my last 'gar
Down to my last bullet
Pull it and blast off
I don't be playin'
That's all I be sayin'
When it comes to murder, ain't a yard I won't lay in

Shots fired, niggas die, can't cry (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Shots fired, niggas die, can't cry (and the war goes on)
Shots fired, niggas die, can't cry (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Shots fired, niggas die, can't cry (and the war goes on)

I'm on the way
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
I'm on the way
All I want is white
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)

The game ain't ever been based on no sympathy
Only thing matter who dyin' or who gon' kill for me
Only thing I care about you not knowing my whereabouts
Dude just food, new dinner on my table top

Shots fired, niggas die, can't cry
Shots fired, niggas die, can't cry (and the war goes on)
Shots fired, niggas die, can't cry (we on the way)
Shots fired, niggas die, can't cry (and the war goes on)
(We on the way)

I ain't got enough time
A lot of money, it's gon' be fun
Lotta homework, on yo own turf
We on the way, be patience
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Writer: Richard Morales Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © COHEN AND COHEN

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