Ugh

[Chorus 1]

Patient for what the future bring (yeah)

Me can’t relate to what Future sing (nah)

Deep roots bear fruit again

For who don’t plant seed need neutering (ugh)

Hindsight, that’s twenty-twenty

If all you want is Mills

That ain’t worth a penny

Know them dollars don’t count til you feed plenty

It’s greed if you leach the pie

Camel through the needle eye

The purpose is the feed your tribe

[Verse 1] [KillaTooma]

Some does catch a big eat and want gobble all

And let the dollar swell their head like a bobble doll

Like the ref. throw up the ball, knowing what go up does fall

As the choppa whistle they going argue the call

Peace choir, run jewels

Saint Peter and Paul

Cease fire, no fuel

That going cause you to stall

Keep your head up

Always keep your eyes wide

For the plotting niggas that be roaming on the inside

Trust is never implied

Even though it should be

Weed eater rifle, the snake is what you would see (woodsy)

Allah provide us with all that we need (for sure)

And despise all that we greed

For forgiveness we plead

[Chorus 2]

Patient for what the future bring (yeah)

Me can’t relate to what Future sing (nah)

Deep roots bear fruit again

For who don’t plant seed need neutering (ugh)

Hindsight, that’s twenty-twenty

If all you want is Mills

That ain’t worth a penny

Know them dollars don’t count til you feed plenty

It’s greed if you leach the pie

Camel through the needle eye

[Verse 2] [Banco Bizmol]

Banc

Put your pride aside

The purpose is the feed your tribe

And when you shine

Make sure your team be sharp just like them porcupines

You know the sign

When people get in front they never look behind

But that’s the time to use the mind and plant the seed to multiply

You catch a bligh and swell up like you wasn’t broke the other day

Switch up up on your dogs who had your back

And went the other way

Start to live your life fast

Use to stop and chill

You get your whip, so now you drive pass

No Kentucky Derby but I peep you on your high horse

The money got your mind lost

You leave your team to starve

While you be eating in the high class

Up claim to be a boss, so why your team ain’t eating right dawg?

These niggas ain’t doing it for the right cause

That shit could be a blight dawg

[Chorus 3]

Patient for what the future bring (yeah)

Me can’t relate to what Future sing (nah)

Deep roots bear fruit again

For who don’t plant seed need neutering (ugh)

Hindsight, that’s twenty-twenty

If all you want is Mills

That ain’t worth a penny

Know them dollars don’t count til you feed plenty

It’s greed if you leach the pie

Camel through the needle eye

[Outro]

This world has room for everyone

The purpose is to feed your tribe

And the good Earth is rich

And can provide for everyone

Hindsight

But we have lost the way

Greed as poison men’s souls

Know them dollars don’t count til you feed plenty

I’m sorry