PATIENCE by The Nait Sirk Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Rolling up in the Nissan
Told the girl, I won’t be long
Own the booth, I’m so beyond
Only truth in these songs
Shred the salad, don’t need tongs
Shed the malice, got my peace on
Head was crowded, demons
Friends, I shouted, I ain’t see none
Isles jersey with the Yeezy’s
Grind was earned, no freebies
Miles further, they can’t see me
I’m Myles Turner, they the D-League
No texts, no calls, no CC’s
No lecture halls, got big dreams
I’m sectionеd off, they not with me
I’m headеd off, always with green
I’d rather die than fail at shit
Ain’t bat an eye, don’t scare too quick
Can’t fraternize, lose sight of it
Know if I did, I might of quit
I burn the spliff while typing this
I heard ya shit, who hyping this?
I shake the earth like lightning hits
Know the NAIT SIRK got a heightened sense
[Chorus]
Know the paper coming, patience
Gotta make sure never lose faith, shit
Always working on my cadence
I know I got time, patience
Stay going crazy 'till I make it
No time for lazy, gotta pace it
No time to waste, gotta take it
Been feeling close, I can taste it
Know the paper coming, patience
Gotta make sure never lose faith, shit
Always working on my cadence
I know I got time, patience
Stay going crazy 'till I make it
No time for lazy, gotta pace it
No time to waste, gotta take it
Been feeling close, I can taste it
[Verse 2]
This shit poppin’ like the vinyl
I’m sick of ‘em coppin’ styles
Got sick of the moppin’ aisles
Got sick of this domicile
Got sick of the volatile
They flippin’, know it’s methodical
Stay wishin’ on that pot of gold
They missin’ out, it’s comical
When they talk, just hear some noise
Drip on me, but don’t keep it Koi
'Till I hit the spliff, I’ma feel annoyed
Sip another drink, no, this ain’t La Croix
Speaking all that shit, back up like McCoy
Geeking off the trip, I put on Floyd
On they hidden shit, pretend and decoy
Leaching off the kid, send you into void
How you gonna ride then disappear?
You was on my side 'till you wasn’t there
How you go from tough to acting scared?
Run, can’t hide from the man upstairs
Reaching too much, get a pull or tear
Leaching for bucks, came out thin air
OG Jordan’s like the Prince of Bel-Air
Hoarding kicks, expensive pairs
Rolling up in the Nissan
Told the girl, I won’t be long
Own the booth, I’m so beyond
Only truth in these songs
Shred the salad, don’t need tongs
Shed the malice, got my peace on
Head was crowded, demons
Friends, I shouted, I ain’t see none
Isles jersey with the Yeezy’s
Grind was earned, no freebies
Miles further, they can’t see me
I’m Myles Turner, they the D-League
No texts, no calls, no CC’s
No lecture halls, got big dreams
I’m sectionеd off, they not with me
I’m headеd off, always with green
I’d rather die than fail at shit
Ain’t bat an eye, don’t scare too quick
Can’t fraternize, lose sight of it
Know if I did, I might of quit
I burn the spliff while typing this
I heard ya shit, who hyping this?
I shake the earth like lightning hits
Know the NAIT SIRK got a heightened sense
[Chorus]
Know the paper coming, patience
Gotta make sure never lose faith, shit
Always working on my cadence
I know I got time, patience
Stay going crazy 'till I make it
No time for lazy, gotta pace it
No time to waste, gotta take it
Been feeling close, I can taste it
Know the paper coming, patience
Gotta make sure never lose faith, shit
Always working on my cadence
I know I got time, patience
Stay going crazy 'till I make it
No time for lazy, gotta pace it
No time to waste, gotta take it
Been feeling close, I can taste it
[Verse 2]
This shit poppin’ like the vinyl
I’m sick of ‘em coppin’ styles
Got sick of the moppin’ aisles
Got sick of this domicile
Got sick of the volatile
They flippin’, know it’s methodical
Stay wishin’ on that pot of gold
They missin’ out, it’s comical
When they talk, just hear some noise
Drip on me, but don’t keep it Koi
'Till I hit the spliff, I’ma feel annoyed
Sip another drink, no, this ain’t La Croix
Speaking all that shit, back up like McCoy
Geeking off the trip, I put on Floyd
On they hidden shit, pretend and decoy
Leaching off the kid, send you into void
How you gonna ride then disappear?
You was on my side 'till you wasn’t there
How you go from tough to acting scared?
Run, can’t hide from the man upstairs
Reaching too much, get a pull or tear
Leaching for bucks, came out thin air
OG Jordan’s like the Prince of Bel-Air
Hoarding kicks, expensive pairs