MERCYKILL - FACE MY PATIENCE

★ chorus ★
I just want to rob or steal shit
Kill a motherfucker with a nine, a steel switch
Smothered undercover when i ride
That blunt hittin', wrist slitted i'ma meet god
Tell that motherfucker die right now
I'm getting high right now, touch the sky
Wanna be numb right now, don't know why
Really don't like this life that i got
But i'ma make the best of it till i rot
Empty empathy don't really give a fuck
I empty magazines and still don't give a fuck
I run through your pockets, i know i'm coming up
That boy feel funny till we get to buckin' up
And now he bitching he don't see the vision
Really think he need to finish the mission
Pieced up, 5 feet to the facе
Geeked up, how we run to the bank
Fist fuckеd, throw yo body away
Glock tucked, what the fuck you gon' say?
Four-tone purple, blood, mud and waste
That's fucked, sosa laugh at the case
That's tough, see the bitch in is face
50 say, we gettin' rich or we ain't
Minimum wage not the way that we rock
Rather be dead in a motherfucking box

★ verse ★
Fist fucked, throw yo body away
Glock tucked, what the fuck you gone say?
Four-tone purple, blood, mud and waste
That's fucked, sosa laugh at the case
I got no patience, i got a problem i face it
Smoke 50 blunts and i'm sober, i hate this
I got a pump on the road
Draco in the trunk, i blast at the foes, i hate hoes
Don't need no bitch on my payroll
I made this beat and i spit cold
I whip the whip, i got bankroll
Headshot when i shoot, hoe
Red-dot on that coupe, blow
His head off of a that roof, go
Like anywhere that i want to, no fucks given

★ chorus ★
I just want to rob or steal shit
Kill a motherfucker with a nine, a steel switch
Smothered undercover when i ride
That blunt hittin', wrist slitted i'ma meet god
Tell that motherfucker die right now
I'm getting high right now, touch the sky
Wanna be numb right now, don't know why
Really don't like this life that i got
But i'ma make the best of it till i rot
Empty empathy don't really give a fuck
I empty magazines and still don't give a fuck
I run through your pockets, i know i'm coming up
That boy feel funny till we get to buckin' up
And now he bitching he don't see the vision
Really think he need to finish the mission
Pieced up, 5 feet to the face
Geeked up, how we run to the bank
Fist fucked, throw yo body away
Glock tucked, what the fuck you gon' say?
Four-tone purple, blood, mud and waste
That's fucked, sosa laugh at the case
That's tough, see the bitch in is face
50 say, we gettin' rich or we ain't
Minimum wage not the way that we rock
Rather be dead in a motherfucking box