Patience lyrics

[Intro: Smoke DZA]
Right
Kush God, b*tch
MonstaBeatz
MonstaBeatz, really

[Chorus: Smoke DZA]
Have some patience, baby, while I handle B-I
Work like my plug isn’t me that, audio dope, it's the triage
I ain’t flying private 'less it's G5
Scully tip to the side like I’m T.I, mackin' this hoe, she from V-live

[Verse 1: Smoke DZA]
I don’t do the pills, ma, this a tree high
Tinted that’s how we ride, fingers crossed like Eastside
We go so hard in the day it’ll take a year to detox
All I see is pot, West Coast trip for the restock, Mmmm
Monster feast on a MonstaBeatz snare
That bounce, that bounce, that bounce
It’s kinda hard to keep still
Hold up, now let’s be clear, I keep it stoned and cool
We pioneered this style, we got some kids through school
I’m in my own top five, nah, nah really top two
Off this work I flew, it's sweet as grape Hi-Chew
Ugh, yeah, I bogart the scene, shrimp
Po-boy from Gene's, it's the brand new regime
[Chorus 2: Smoke DZA & MonstaBeatz]
Have some patience, baby, while I handle B-I
Work like my plug isn’t me that, audio dope, it's the triage
I ain’t flying private 'less it's G5
Scully tip to the side like I’m T.I, mackin' this hoe, she from V-live
Good lord

[Bridge 1: Smoke DZA & MonstaBeatz]
Hol' up, fix my chains, yeah
Bow down kiss these rangs, yeah
We stuntin' on em (Ugh)
Fly, that’s my lane (Ugh)
High, that's my range (Ugh) don't miss this plane, yeah (Right)
Rolin' up in public, and motherf*ckers love it
Off the mighty green nugget, I done tripled up in budgets
Take it easy, easy does it, awww cousin

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Ugh
Clout chasing can cost your life, sucker (Cost your life, sucker)
Coming through the hood to get your car washed, you ain't grow up 'round them motherf*ckers ('Round them motherf*ckers)
You wylin', son but they wilder than you
And them n*ggas where you really from, you like super done (Boy, you super done)
Super dead (Super dead) fugazi street cred
Real consequences while I'm in the real big crib
Behind iron fences (Behind iron fences) listening to war stories
My homies really did sh*t, really from the trenches
They got love for me (They got love for me) because I show 'em different ('Cause I showed 'em different)
Brung em out the country to kick it, brung 'em round some b*tches (Brung em round some b*tches)
Brung 'em to the dealership like, there, my n*gga, pick some sh*t (Pick some sh*t)
Everytime the check hit, that’s how a n*gga get
[Chorus 2: Smoke DZA & MonstaBeatz]
Have some patience, baby, while I handle B-I
Work like my plug isn’t me that, audio dope, it's the triage
I ain’t flying private 'less it's G5
Scully tip to the side like I’m T.I, mackin' this hoe, she from V-live
Good lord

[Bridge 2: Smoke DZA & MonstaBeatz]
Hol' up, fix my chains, yeah
Bow down kiss these rings, yeah
We stuntin' on em (Ugh)
Fly, that's my lane (Ugh)
High that's my range, don't miss this plane, yeah
Good lord, good lord, good lord, good lord