Patience - Intellectual

[Intro]

Yeah

Pynt

My patience is running thin

Okay, okay

Check it

Pynt

[Verse 1]

Are you mad cause I'm white, cause I'm witty on the mic?

I'ma make her feel the hype, so tight, the flow is so bright, there ain't nowhere to hide at

Know you fucking with the Pynt, bitch, I'm wicked, I'm a beast, new rap stars piss me off

Yeah I talking them tight ass clothes and dresses look like Betty Bop

So fuck if you offended, really think I care about your damn feelings when I don't, bitch

You lose, I'm winning and that goes for anyone tryna enter my building, hah

This is a shit storm, see I been through hell and it gets warm

I'm out of line so they yelling to uniform, I swear to god you never stepped on a platform

One bump of the bass hit, I'm on fire, keep the place lit

Been around for a while and I ain't leaving, punk bitch, yeah face it

When you talk about legends, you talk about greats, you talking 'bout me

And when you speak on my name, start your sentence with King

I don't take shit, I make shit then I throw it at you haters

You may shift, so damn fake, you need a facelift

I'm a vet, I've been doing this for ages

So I'm done with this foolery, hip-hop ain't what it used to be

It's less words and more nudity and these fuckers still they outdoing me

But fuck it though cause any time they hear me, yeah they know I flow

And every show, let it go, I'm a goddamn pro and my dick is a pole and it's swinging low

So get off it, muthafucka, let my dick head go

Told you that I'm ready to devour so anybody ever want it, you just let me know

Cause I'm ready to pop off, don't ask for more

[Chorus]

And my patience is so low, yeah, so thin

And my patience is no-ot to be played with

And my patience ain't got time for no fake friends

And my patience is the fact y'all still breathing

And my patience said fuck awaiting, just make it known

T-taking over, this rap game is my fucking home

Throw my shoes off, I got comfortable and now I'm all alone

Turn the beat up, I grab the pen and pad and now I'm in my zone, let's go

[Verse 2]

Yeah, I'ma bust shots, give a fuck about who, where, what's not

All these muthafuckas waiting like a bus stop while I take their bitch and we bed rock, yup

See I'm coming from the underground, and underground KD bring the Thunder sound

Just know one thing, I don't fuck around and if you got a problem, homie, I can buck 'em down, yeah

Most don't like my style, probably cause it's so cocky

And haters got plans to pop me but fuck it, I'm never stopping

You can keep watching, arrivederci to you bitches who mock me

And you can keep talking, better pray to god, homie, keep walking

Cause I don't wanna have to do what I have to do to a fool like you, dude

In the booth I'm the truth, you can lose a tooth with a boot

Knock knock, get the hint like Blues Clues

Ooh yeah this rap game done got shatted on

And this mainstream can kiss my ass and suck my dick and look down upon

I ain't never ask for this life, I ain't never question it either

I just picked up the pen, proceeded to bust flows and music never gets no cheaper

So I break my damn back and still making a short stack

And how I'm always broke but I still will afford rap, I'm at your house on the door mat, muthafucka

Anybody wanna come and try and test me, it's gonna get messy, who the fuck could best me?

I can feel the adrenaline, even through my testi's, and when I grab the mic, all you fuckers better be ready

Just so you know, I'm sick and bust flows, any individual thinking he will blow

These muthafuckas lying while taking these photos and I lose money in the music, it's making me go broke