Patience (feat. Ashton!)

Tried to be patient but bae it wasn't working City to city you know that I'm touring When I wasn't home, bae you was out and flirting And niggas envy me I feel them lurking These lil niggas look up to me It was one night bae stop calling me Through these jeans you can see these racks Rick Owen jeans, they made to relax Blue strip hundreds, I spend on packs You can take your girl you can have her back Cry my pain in a all black bach Girl pull up then I'm beating her back You twist my words, but you can't twist facts When I was at my worst you stabbed my back Baby got money she flying away When you try to leave I beg you to stay When I was feeling down you made it okay I was there for you, you didn't care anyway Bang your line and you never pick up In my feelings pour some lean in my cup Didn't help so I doubled it up I'm outside baby I'm pulling up Tried to be patient but bae it wasn't working City to city you know that I'm touring When I wasn't home bae you was out and flirting I'm in the trap and i'm wrapping, wrapping Keep me a pole i'm not lacking, lacking Baby tell me she love my music Sorry right now, I can't love you back and when i'm in it swear that I just abuse it I ain't never fronting, no i'm not acting She say she don't like how i'm distant I just been doing the same that you have been (What does that mean?) That means I can't give you my energy Say they my friend and then they my enemy I know they wanna put a fucking end to me I'm really working, tryna move the industry Bad bitch twerking tryna get me in between I am not lying, nigga yea I been a king F*ck niggas dying if they wanna mimic me (Gang, Let's Go) Choppa on me I'm not missing, missing Baby I hate when you distant, distant Keep tryna talk baby listen, listen yea Baby got money she bought a Mercedes Four pockets full she call me lil baby Need my money nigga right now pay me When there was problems, bae I told you to blame me Tried to be patient but bae it wasn't working City to city you know that I'm touring When I wasn't home, bae you was out and flirting And niggas envy me I feel them lurking One night bae stop calling me Through these jeans you can see these racks Rick Owen jeans they made to relax, yea Yea