Patience is a virtue
That's why I take my time, yea
Kill every rhyme, time to give me mine
I sit back and watch niggas f*ck up their name, f*ck up the game
Or lie, it's really the same thing
If I said it then I meant it, keep it a buck
If it's written then I did, can't call my bluff
I aint a gangsta but if push come to shove
The AR aint augmented, that .40 kick .9 fine
I always wondered how they would act towards a nigga with bars galore
In a city with no open doors or minds for that
Living in the South most minds are trapped with race and religion
Feel the tension and blur you vision
So every now and then I light one up
Just to purge my mind of stagnation
Feel elation when pen and paper touch
I lust over a smooth instrumental
Set to the right tempo
Writing something to soothe your mental
And I
I run away
I float away
I fly away without a plan, to land
I spread my wings when the speakers sings
Melodies rain down from Heaven (Heaven)
On me
Yea
Picture me rolling
Two door coupe
Blasting my own shit
Respect the God, my girl she got on Nipsey blue
Hit clutch, shift up and bid the past adieu
The marathon continues, we carry torch for you
Yea
True to my city, pray my niggas loyal
Weed out the people that say they want you to shine
But behind your back they only direct and cast shadows
What's really the truth, we in a battle
Us against ourselves and twelve, they hold the gavel
That's why my lyrics will never be filled with ignorance
Probably won't pop, I spit too real and they fear that shit
Look what happened to Pac and Nip
I take a sip for all of the Gods that died trying
Stumble over to rhyme book and drop tears in it
Pen down all my feelings, hoping they feel this shit
And I
I run away
I float away
I fly away without a plan, to land
I spread my wings when the speakers sings
Melodies rain down from Heaven (Heaven)
On me
It's time to knuckle down
My sound no longer subtle now
Full steam ahead, if you don't dream you're dead
Watch me back stroke up stream, supreme
While they snore I'm inking all these pages in figure four
Matador to the bullshit
Helen Keller to fellas who think this pen slip
I'm only reading from my script
That's, why I'm giving it all I got
Aiming to hit the spot, with every line I jot I give you Josh
My music freed me from my restraints
Looking toward the sky I open my wings and fly away
And I
I run away
I float away
I fly away without a plan
To Land
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Patience is a virtue
That's why I take my time, yea
Kill every rhyme, time to give me mine
I sit back and watch niggas f*ck up their name, f*ck up the game
Or lie, it's really the same thing
If I said it then I meant it, keep it a buck
If it's written then I did, can't call my bluff
I aint a gangsta but if push come to shove
The AR aint augmented, that .40 kick .9 fine
I always wondered how they would act towards a nigga with bars galore
In a city with no open doors or minds for that
Living in the South most minds are trapped with race and religion
Feel the tension and blur you vision
So every now and then I light one up
Just to purge my mind of stagnation
Feel elation when pen and paper touch
I lust over a smooth instrumental
Set to the right tempo
Writing something to soothe your mental
And I
I run away
I float away
I fly away without a plan, to land
I spread my wings when the speakers sings
Melodies rain down from Heaven (Heaven)
On me
Yea
Picture me rolling
Two door coupe
Blasting my own shit
Respect the God, my girl she got on Nipsey blue
Hit clutch, shift up and bid the past adieu
The marathon continues, we carry torch for you
Yea
True to my city, pray my niggas loyal
Weed out the people that say they want you to shine
But behind your back they only direct and cast shadows
What's really the truth, we in a battle
Us against ourselves and twelve, they hold the gavel
That's why my lyrics will never be filled with ignorance
Probably won't pop, I spit too real and they fear that shit
Look what happened to Pac and Nip
I take a sip for all of the Gods that died trying
Stumble over to rhyme book and drop tears in it
Pen down all my feelings, hoping they feel this shit
And I
I run away
I float away
I fly away without a plan, to land
I spread my wings when the speakers sings
Melodies rain down from Heaven (Heaven)
On me
It's time to knuckle down
My sound no longer subtle now
Full steam ahead, if you don't dream you're dead
Watch me back stroke up stream, supreme
While they snore I'm inking all these pages in figure four
Matador to the bullshit
Helen Keller to fellas who think this pen slip
I'm only reading from my script
That's, why I'm giving it all I got
Aiming to hit the spot, with every line I jot I give you Josh
My music freed me from my restraints
Looking toward the sky I open my wings and fly away
And I
I run away
I float away
I fly away without a plan
To Land
That's why I take my time, yea
Kill every rhyme, time to give me mine
I sit back and watch niggas f*ck up their name, f*ck up the game
Or lie, it's really the same thing
If I said it then I meant it, keep it a buck
If it's written then I did, can't call my bluff
I aint a gangsta but if push come to shove
The AR aint augmented, that .40 kick .9 fine
I always wondered how they would act towards a nigga with bars galore
In a city with no open doors or minds for that
Living in the South most minds are trapped with race and religion
Feel the tension and blur you vision
So every now and then I light one up
Just to purge my mind of stagnation
Feel elation when pen and paper touch
I lust over a smooth instrumental
Set to the right tempo
Writing something to soothe your mental
And I
I run away
I float away
I fly away without a plan, to land
I spread my wings when the speakers sings
Melodies rain down from Heaven (Heaven)
On me
Yea
Picture me rolling
Two door coupe
Blasting my own shit
Respect the God, my girl she got on Nipsey blue
Hit clutch, shift up and bid the past adieu
The marathon continues, we carry torch for you
Yea
True to my city, pray my niggas loyal
Weed out the people that say they want you to shine
But behind your back they only direct and cast shadows
What's really the truth, we in a battle
Us against ourselves and twelve, they hold the gavel
That's why my lyrics will never be filled with ignorance
Probably won't pop, I spit too real and they fear that shit
Look what happened to Pac and Nip
I take a sip for all of the Gods that died trying
Stumble over to rhyme book and drop tears in it
Pen down all my feelings, hoping they feel this shit
And I
I run away
I float away
I fly away without a plan, to land
I spread my wings when the speakers sings
Melodies rain down from Heaven (Heaven)
On me
It's time to knuckle down
My sound no longer subtle now
Full steam ahead, if you don't dream you're dead
Watch me back stroke up stream, supreme
While they snore I'm inking all these pages in figure four
Matador to the bullshit
Helen Keller to fellas who think this pen slip
I'm only reading from my script
That's, why I'm giving it all I got
Aiming to hit the spot, with every line I jot I give you Josh
My music freed me from my restraints
Looking toward the sky I open my wings and fly away
And I
I run away
I float away
I fly away without a plan
To Land
Writer: Joshua Hutto-Peters
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid