Patience Video (MV)

I been feeling some type of way about you lately
I was thinking someday you'd be my f*cking lady
I been feeling some type of way about you baby
Maybe I can see you? 'Cause I'm sick of being patient

Word
Man I'm sick of being patient, patient
I been thinkin' 'bout you f*cking lately, lately
Wishing that you was my f*cking baby, baby
Didn't like the way you f*cking played me, played me
Wishing those kisses weren't for none and only me
If you really cared then you wouldn't do this to me
I just really, really need you baby, don't you leave
Don't you leave

I been feeling some type of way about you lately
I was thinking someday you'd be my f*cking lady
I been feeling some type of way about you baby
Maybe I can see you? 'Cause I'm sick of being patient

I could feel the thunder, feel it flowin' through my brains
You could feel my static, but you'll never see my pain
I be on the shrooms, all this weed up in my brain
Yeah
Step into my future so you'll find your
Find your way back, way back
Yeah we going back again
Like before the best of friends
Like before I bought the Benz
Yeah, ay
See the future with no lens
I don't like to play pretend
'Cause I got all this potential

I been feeling some type of way about you lately
I was thinking someday you'd be my f*cking lady
I been feeling some type of way about you baby
Maybe I can see you? 'Cause I'm sick of being patient

Yeah
Ay
Yeah

Iced out wrist
Bang my chest
East to west
'Round my, 'round my
Iced out wrist
Bang my chest
East to west
'Round my, 'round my

Iced out wrist
Bang my chest
East to west
'Round my, 'round my
Iced out wrist
Bang my chest
East to west
'Round my, 'round my

I pull up in my spaceship
Tell them boys, ""Patience""
I just checked my wrist, 30 on me, bitch I payed this
See me with my main bitch
Pull up to the scene, started seein' how I lane switch
We ain't got relations
Yuh, ay
I been drinkin' up a bottle
I been tryna f*ck a model
Shorty ride my full throttle
Make her suck it like a bottle
I been f*ckin' with these bitches, ay
On my road to the riches, ay
Even if there's a flight delay
Talkin' shit, but ain't got no plays
Talkin' shit, but ain't got no rank
I ain't got no time today
I ain't got no time for fakes
I ain't got no time for breaks
I been tryna get to chillin' (chillin')
I been f*ckin' with these bitches
Handin' them all my digits
Seven numbers, you can click it

Seven numbers, you can click it
She down to suck a dick for seven digits
Y'all bitches need to get off of my business
Unless you down to get out from the trenches
Climbing the fences
Tryna get a second chance
And all of this only depends
So flippin' my stances
Getting that bread while I can
So motherf*ck any romances, yuh
I got the medicine up in my penis
Penicillin when I spit it and it crack
Any motherf*cker tryna get it, imma rip 'em open on the track (track)
When I had a dollar and a dream, I had nobody that'd got my back (back)
Now I'm climbing ladders, f*cking all them haters' daughters
'Boutta get the bag (bag)

Iced out wrist
Bang my chest
East to west
'Round my, 'round my
Iced out wrist
Bang my chest
East to west
'Round my, 'round my

Iced out wrist
Bang my chest
East to west
'Round my, 'round my
Iced out wrist
Bang my chest
East to west
'Round my, 'round my