Jay Gudda Patience
[Intro]
[Verse 1: Jay Gudda]
I'm running out of patience
Like goodness gracious, f..ck these conversations
I don't wanna hear no shit from all these bitches with no day shifts
Man I just can't take it, and I just can't f..ck with fake shit
Man this shit basic
All I ever had was pussy, purp, and problems with the same bitch
I ain't never had no problems with these pussies, they just anxious
I ain't never done no gang shit, I ain't never felt so thankless
I ain't never had no locks, just some box that bitches came with
Does anyone speak my language, don't touch my main bitch
Don't touch my brother, that's my brother, no acquaintance
I told my mother that I love her, every day shit
Nah we don't play bitch, you know my name bitch
G-U-D-D-A bitch, this ain't no lane switch
That road to riches and those bitches ain't the same trip
I'm tryna get out this basement, I'm tryna get off this pavement
But I don't want to be famous
I'm running out of patience
[Verse 2: Jay Gudda]
And we ain't on the same shit
Look who you hang with, ya'll so f..cking shameless
I ain't gonna say no name
But they know Jay don't play no favorites
Man I hate that lame shit, I don't want no more brain bitch
I want my space bitch
I'm a little too f..cked up off dirty cups, I need surveillance
I'm a little too turnt up, my slut just caught me speaking Spanglish Where the f..ck is your basis, where the f..ck is your faith bitch
I ain't never had no push, but my kush connect is Asian
He don't ever shave shit, I'm here for greatness
So f..ck your comment, just be honest to my face bitch
And keep your promise, like your promise really weighs shit
I f..cking hate this, but I hope you take dick
I ain't no f..cking saint bitch, watch who you pray with
That girl in bed might give you head, but she ain't brainless
She's like f..ck relations, I'm like f..ck these stations
I need some changes
And I'm running out of patience
[Verse 3: Jay Gudda]
Man this shit got me nauseous
Proceed with caution, cuz I think I just lost it
I don't really f..ck with Boston
And this shit been on my conscience, it feels so toxic
And I feel so exhausted, I might just off shit
I ain't never seen such pussy motherfuckers talking raw shit
I ain't never seen such lazy motherfuckers talking boss shit
And these bitches got options, and I've been taking losses
So I might pull some jaws shit
[Verse 4: Jay Gudda]
I was chillin' in my Nissan, with a bitch I used to creep on
Not the type to get deep on, keep gone
See I was who she'd sleep on, but now she need XXXX
I think it took like three songs, now take a look at what she be on
Three Psalms, praying that I respond, cuz she wanna keep XXXX
But I'm not the type to lean on
I'm only happy when the beat's on
Especially when my esteem's gone
I f..ck her blue with my jeans on, shit I read the text all week long
Mix it with my hatred, Purple Heart to my patience