Patience

Intro

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Verse 1

Niggas talkin' light till the table flip

Forty-five words in I'm decimatin' syllables

They call it bars I call it surgical

They do it for the 'gram I do it irreversible

Shit I wrote at four AM hit like a missile

Y'all still rappin' bout the same old rental

I'm chaining Tatum while you chasin' rental

Bitch I'm in a whole different bracket

Y'all still sendin' shots I'm sendin' back the package

Motherfucker I been patient now I'm past it

Every verse I'm castin' shadows on your whole aesthetic

Niggas actin' competitive but it's cosmetic

Verse 2

Fuck a chorus I ain't got the time to sing

Y'all still lookin' for a wing when I'm the whole thing

Shit is gettin' thin the way these niggas stretchin'

Every claim they makin' needs a line of questionin'

I don't need a beat to kill it I could sketch it

On a napkin with a pen that's barely sketchin'

Y'all relyin' on the studio corrections

I'm in the booth no second takes just predilections

Bitch I'm methodical I'm mathematical

The way I flip a phrase'll leave your ass dismantled

Niggas wanna battle wanna dance with a canon

I got forty-five bodies and I'm still plannin'

Verse 3

Nigga said he want the smoke I brought the whole forest

Y'all careers are fraudulent I know the poorest

Rappin' bout the struggle when your net worth's the highest

Fuck the image nigga I expose what's quiet

Every time I drop the shit is documented

Y'all still writin' hooks I'm writin' exhumations

Motherfucker this is not a conversation

This is me announcin' your extermination

Y'all in competition I'm in consecration

Forty-five words deep I already took your station

Bitch I'm not inspired I'm just demonstration

Of what happens when the real meets the fabrication

Verse 4

YOLO but I'm livin' like I got two lives

Y'all still takin' pictures with the same damn ice

I'm in the 6ix with the strategy precise

Niggas talkin' seasons I been changin' climates

Shit is gettin' scary how I'm clearin' metrics

Y'all still countin' streams I'm countin' minor exits

Every diss you wrote was intermediatic

Motherfucker I'm the standard don't you get it

This ain't rap this is a diagnostic

Bitch I'm in your section with the shit that's autonomic

Y'all still searchin' for a style that's authentic

I been authentic since the day I went independent

Outro

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The 6

Way up

I feel blessed

Don't forget it