Patience

Lyrics: [Verse 1 - Dope Baby Benzo] I hope to die a legend Leave my blood up on this pavement You see the love inside my eyes But this pain overtaking And I ain't ever pointing fingers I ain’t ever blaming Patience patience On my way to kill these A List I ain't never claiming to be him until I saw the look on they faces They shook they shaken, break em Send they asses off in suit cases Don’t look forsake Pagans send em off to go live with satan And I ain’t ever been the one to be religious But it does something to me when I just look up to the heavens In my presence, The Holy Ghost feel it in each sentence In my presence, The Holy Ghost feel it in each sentence I hope to die a legend Leave my blood up on this pavement You see the love inside my eyes But this pain overtaking And I ain't ever pointing fingers I ain’t ever blaming Patience patience On my way to kill these A List I ain't never claiming to be him until I saw the look on they faces [Verse 2 - Mojo Flows] I pride myself with patience, you know for the most part Composing a song like a symphony I’m Mozart Yo start your engines I’ll be here in my go-cart Like Super Mario got love in my glow heart So smart, they wanna take me to laboratory A never ending story, off the stalk ya’ll are corny This a morning glory if you listen in the A.M. Or if it be at night, then I bless it you say Amen I be in my play pen with the blood and mud We get down and dirty flow cleaner then some suds Higher than the buds on the little peach fuzz That be floating sky high think I caught a little buzz Just how I like it and now you can recite it When you get that feeling, don’t try to fight it I go with the pull of the energetic flow Earth rotates, seasons change and we grow [Verse 3 - White Chopper] I hope I die a legend, leave a legacy or let me bleed Upon this empty street looking for eternal life I heard greatness the entry fee, life is an internal fight No sympathy inside my eyes antipathy for people that tend to leave Idolize them while they idolize the industry I itemize these simple feats, line by line And if you read you might just find the shit’s pristine What if I never saw a mic? What if I didn't think it was a fit for me to spit this clean? Let's take a minute, rewrite history When I was sitting in class, I wasn't listening to Crooked I, Em and Royce da 5’9” Memorize them lyrically, what if I wasn't mimicking their styles to the nth degree? What if instead I fit right in with the kids who hit the streets Joyriding, enjoyed fighting with police unemployed like I'm a boy childish mentally Looking for something that fill the void, giant and incomplete And if I hear the noise and sirens, I get intrigued And do anything to avoid silence and didn't think What if I didn't spend my nights on the floor writing until it’s three Then go to work the same morning writing choruses I'm sure you'll find them in receipts ////// Written and performed by Mojo Flows, Dope Baby Benzo & White Chopper Beat produced by Naw Mixed and mastered by Identikit