original text at mamqa.com/ulyricsnew/acchy-patience-1813341
〈intro〉Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, uh
〈chorus〉I got patience
I can do this on my own
Watch me make it
This type of work they’ll never know
No more fakeness
I got too many tryna know
What is greatness
But i’ma keep on grinding till i’m a-list
Got a couple racks
But, but i need a hundred thousand
Tryna make the top
Not a rollie or a mansion
I be feigning for the gwap
Seven days i’m busy planning
They try to keep me down
But make them wonder how i’m standing
〈verse 1〉Yeah, i ain’t got no time for the bullshit
Twenty four hours gotta use it, (skrrrt)
I make my momma proud cause i proved it
There’s nothing you’rе not able to achieve
You gotta do this
Back in thе days i was hopeless i know
But now i’m in the wip i got the bangers when i roll
Got the shorty by my side, you know she’s there for when i call
Everytime i hit her up she makes me feel like i’m at home
〈chorus〉I got patience
I can do this on my own
Watch me make it
This type of work they’ll never know
No more fakeness
I got too many tryna know
What is greatness
But i’ma keep on grinding till i’m a-list
Got a couple racks
But, but i need a hundred thousand
Tryna make the top
Not a rollie or a mansion
I be feigning for the gwap
Seven days i’m busy planning
They try to keep me down
But make them wonder how i’m standing
〈verse 2〉Yeah there’s some things you can’t control
I be making moves up everyday till i’m the goat
I like the way i’m living might just keep it on the low
Cause i couldn’t give a damn about the grammys or the globes
I told ‘em i’d be back and i meant that
I won’t be finished till i’m riding on a jet pack
Riding with the top down car be looking jet black
Everybody nice now, funny how they like that
It’s not easy living life with a heart so cold
I got money on my mind gotta make that dough
Never thought that i would make it this far
There ain’t a day that i don’t ever thank god
〈chorus〉I got patience
I can do this on my own
Watch me make it
This type of work they’ll never know
No more fakeness
I got too many tryna know
What is greatness
But i’ma keep on grinding till i’m a-list
Got a couple racks
But, but i need a hundred thousand
Tryna make the top
Not a rollie or a mansion
I be feigning for the gwap
Seven days i’m busy planning
They try to keep me down
But make them wonder how i’m standing