Impatient Freestyle lyrics

[Intro]
Shout out to the gang, ho
RIP to my n*ggas
Cocaine's a hell of a drug

[Verse 1]
Shout out to my n*ggas that be drillin' sh*t
Free my n*ggas in the field that with us
RIP to my n*ggas I can't see no more, gang
With this generation now it can't be no more gang
Long nights, we was trappin' in them projects
Took a minute but we made it out the projects
My hood love me so my n*ggas, I can't let 'em down
I'm that n*gga and you heard it from word of mouth
Real n*gga, I'll show what you doin 'wrong
Victoria's Secret, I'll put you in the Louis thong
Yeah, baby, that's that boss up
All these b*tches ran through, they be tossed up
Why these b*tches in they feelings like they lightskin?
But she just left ten bands on my nightstand
No friends, just a Glock, that's my right hand
Sneak dissin' 'til we hop up out that white van
Yeah, b*tch, you can't play me
Struggle hard in these streets really made me
Don't get picked off, my brother playin' safety
We gon' keep it low-key like I'm Haiti
n*ggas ain't know me, I ain't even make it
Fourth and ten so you know I'm 'bout to take it
And could you tell me why these hoes so basic?
Money made, lil b*tch, I'm money making
[Chorus]
Never feed into these lies and these b*tches
Cameras on, so I know the feds listenin'
Never feed into these lies and these b*tches
Cameras on, so I know the feds listenin', ayy

[Verse 2]
Céline bag, I'll put you in them Christians
Hundred dollar steaks, b*tch, we Ruth Chris-in'
So much blue bills, think a n*gga crippin'
Mama worried, she just worried how I'm livin'
To keep it real with you, baby, I can't tell the truth
If it's dreams to be sold, I can sell it too
I wanna get rich, now tell me, what you wanna do?
Take you out that Honda, girl, and put you in a coupe
Yeah, I heard you wanna win and to never lose
f*ckin' with them lame n*ggas, that's the outcome
I'm only rollin' with some n*ggas tryna down some'
Couple winners on them cases so they found some'
You ain't ridin' for yourself, that's a head shot
How you n*ggas say y'all shootin' but send leg shots?
Never personal, it's never nothin' like that
Blue strips out your b*tch and give it right back
Sucker n*ggas down the street, heard they hate me
I think they mad 'cause they brodie died
Speakin' on me to these b*tches, I ain't even mad
Instead of feelings, I'm just gettin' to that f*ckin' bag
Lurkin' on me, baby girl, might get your feelings hurt
I can't even lie to you, I be feelin' hurt
Yeah, I be feelin' hurt
I can't even lie to you, I be feelin' hurt
[Outro]
Man, tell brodie pour up that dark sh*t
Threes and twenties, all that sh*t
Free the home team, RIP to the gang, you feel me?
All that sh*t
Ayy, bosses don't brag, gangsters don't advertise
You feel me?
Pay me in bands
Ask your b*tch, she'll tell you
All you n*ggas get out your feelings too, all that internet thuggin'
We gon' pop out
Killing's got to be accepted
Murder was the only way that everyone stayed in line