IRock - P8tience lyrics

[Verse 1: 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, n***as is all f**ed [Verse 2: Obie Trice] 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, n***a, f** ‘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 carca** in that casket *blat* Die before I open my eye n***a holding the pie, holding the soldier's pride ‘Cause n***as 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 sh** quakes n***a's position One day, you're in the kitchen, the next, your flow's sickening I'm a eye witness, my n***a, is you listening? [Verse 3: P8tience] See I was broke, no fashion, gloves on the ratchet When you was saying “cheers”, O, I ain't had a gla** to Camera shy, the cannons we buy don't have flashes The next n***a out the hood trying to get to Mathis Obie, give me that chance, I'll k** 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 n***as, they ain't got the zeal for it [Verse 4: Obie Trice] Sometimes, you're too real for it I know your frustration, I've been casing that for ages Seems all the fake n***as 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, f**'s up Is being mean until we hit it major, nut up [Verse 5: P8tience] n***as 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 pa**port ‘cause I'm balling n***as calling me a bad sport I got the answer for n***as who [?] making beef And I'm turning this to mad cow season [Outro: Obie Trice] BME n***a P8tience Obie Trice The Hangover Take your time with this