Smoke Dza – K.o.n.y. Lyrics

I’m impatient. Lyrics
[Hook:]
Right,
It’s been a long time,
I’ve been waiting, but f**k waiting. I feel the times now. Tryna’ get my bread right, bread right. I’m coming for mine, niggas spray it with me
Shout out who’s in the lane with me. Your whole style stinks nigga,
Opinion doesn’t matter nigga, Rock Boys. But f**k that a nigga trying to win,
Most of these niggas ‘ain’t relevant. A fool is something I ‘ain’t never been,
Niggas trying to insult my intelligence. Dippin speeding through the red lights, dead high. Now I’ve got the hammer on the waistline, ain’t tryna’
give me shit I’m about to take mine. [Verse 2:]
Stop playing with me. I feel the times now. Now I’ve got the hammer on the waistline, ain’t tryna’
give me shit I’m about to…
Uh. [Hook:]
It’s been a long time,
I’ve been waiting, but f**k waiting. [Hook:]
Right,
It’s been a long time,
I’ve been waiting, but f**k waiting. Life’s a bitch trying to do me in,
But I f**k her raw, she’s got the Nuva Ring. Now I’ve got the hammer on the waistline, ain’t tryna’
give me shit I’m about to… Now I’ve got the hammer on the waistline, ain’t tryna’
give me shit I’m about to…
Right. Now I’ve got the hammer on the waistline, ain’t tryna’
give me shit I’m about to take mine. It doesn’t matter what you think nigga,
You’re a doja, you ‘ain’t got a choice. Nigga hustle, get it every night, every night. The king of New York, how’s that sound? I used to battle in the hall ways smoking Purple Haze
with my man sipping Crown Royale. Stopped ghost writting, though I liked the pay, came a
long way from the mad Cypher days. The king of New York, nigga, say it with me. I’m impatient. I feel the times now. f**k your intellect, I’ve been a threat way before the
internet. It’s about time to change the style now and stop
playing with these bitches because my time’s now. I’m impatient. f**k patience. I ‘ain’t listen if it ‘ain’t about ends,
You ‘ain’t saying shit like Pootie Tang. Low cargo sag, I’m a hooligan. f**k patience. f**k patience. SMOKE DZAK.o.n.y. I made buckets look cool again,
The game was missing a fly nigga, I maneuvered in. I’m way accustomed to the bullshit, they’re tryna’ keep
a nigga down,
But I ain’t listenin’ at all nigga, I’m coming through,
I want the crown. When the only way you knew you was hot was when you
walked down the block and niggas ran down on you. Now I’ve got the hammer on the waistline, ain’t tryna’
give me shit I’m about to take mine. [Verse 1:]
Kushed God smoke ’till the buddah in. Old nigga, new nigga, kill them right now. That will have them niggas dead tight, dead right.