Lyrics Patience - Lit Riq

Destined for greatness
Time coming but it seem like god testing my patience
I'm So Alive, it got my heart racin
I been at it for a minute, no more back to the basics
Told myself 'don't u never ever look back'
Better keep yo circle tight like a 6 pack
All yo frenemies, jus treat em like a quick snack
Cause You done came along way, they ain't did that
Real nigga so I'm hated on by many men
I don't understand, it's not making Any sense
I done slipped and fell victim to some fake friends
They Love to cheer you on but really hate to see you win
I could smell the envy, it let off a heavy scent
Ion pay em any mind, They irrelevant
I know my worth for my craft I'm developing
I Want a million, if it's less I ain't settling
Life a bitch, I just bought the hoe a wedding ring
Now it's just a matter of time and scheduling
If she act right, I don't need a second string
Rain, sleet, hail, snow I'm still pedaling
I just cashed a check, so cash on deck
I'm not impressed with niggas who don't even like to stack & invest
So why even flex?
Remember they Ain't show no respect
So I'm shitting on em still, I ain't got no regrets
Like who up next?
I hit refresh, reload the tec
Up and aim it at em, watch him breakout in sweat
Lining up whoever thinking that they up to the test
Air Force size 9, I got my foot on the neck
I see em upset, I see em depressed
But nevertheless, it don't bother me
I like the taste of success
I'm doin my best, my feelings expressed
Ain't nobody pitty me, I had to jack and finesse
But now That I'm blessed, no reason to stress
So if the devil come knocking, Tell em be my guest
Cause at times I feel alone, it's no one else left
I got 'lost in the World' Like I'm Kanye West
Yea
Yea
Nobody else see eye to eye
They don't understand so it's like why try?
I
Got words from a wise guy
He said 'birds only fly cause the sky high'
Damn
Let that shit sink in like feet in quicksand
I know niggas getting big bands
I know niggas that ask for hand outs with both hands
Fuck no you can't lean on me, I'm no kickstand
Pablo Picasso when I show what I wrote
When I spit, my Flow as cold as Chicago
And I know that I'll blow and hoes gone follow