[Intro]
I just need my space right now

[Verse 1: Bankroll Freddie]
Patience was the key, I stayed down 'til I got it
Money, power and respect, can tell you all about it
Man, I swear it ain't come easy, that's on God
I climbed some mountains, should've seen momma face
When I bought her that new Audi
2020, motherfucker, I bought it with no mileage
I was born with the drip, so I don't ever need no stylist
Back to back the Lambo's, me and Baby, we be wildin'
Can't wait to take my family on a trip, we be all on the island
Money ain't change me, changed n***as around me
Old friends hatin', got somе n***as wanna down me
Don't know why they hatin', to be rеal, that shit be clownin' me
I fled my whole hood, but I know my city proud of me
First one out of Arkansas to get a major deal
They ask me how I do it, man, I tell 'em, "God is real"
I'm in the booth with Gucci Mane, I swear that shit gave me the chills
Got me scratchin' on my head like, "God damn, this can't be real"
Real

[Chorus: Bankroll Freddie]
And patience was the key, ayy, I'm the livin' proof
I swear to God, ayy, look at me
Whoever thought that boy from back then known for sellin' weed
Would be all on the stage, rockin' crowds and on TV
Man, you gotta be patient, you gotta be patient
I say you gotta be patient
And waitin' on what's mine, it's my time, I'm finna take it, take it
[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
Gotta have patience with this shit, I took a chance
I was havin' fun with my other money, I still got my advance
Ain't never takin' no bonds, had to fight Big Rod on a Xan
I dropped out, then moved out, let my momma think it was the plan
I'ma be the man, sell all of these bags, it ain't no bad bitch I ain't had
We had so many guns online, I put my phone inside the trash
I see the stove, man, word to my dad
It wasn't that good, but it wasn't that bad
I told my agent, "I want cash, the checks be takin' too long to come"
She like, "Baby, just have patience, this is a hell of a lot of money"
I'm Lil Baby, I don't like waitin', I don't pay you to make comments
I'm bein' honest if I can be
I know my opps can't stand me
From level five penitentiary to Grammys
Only way to stop me is probably to ban me, and I still won't quit
She know I ain't no good for her, but she still my bitch
I got my records, okay, I'm legit
Now we really got sticks
I sold my whole city pounds, I really been in that mix

[Chorus: Bankroll Freddie]
(I just need my space right now)
And patience was the key, ayy, I'm the livin' proof
I swear to God, ayy, look at me
Whoever thought that boy from back then known for sellin' weed
Would be all on the stage, rockin' crowds and on TV
Man, you gotta be patient, you gotta be patient
I say you gotta be patient
And waitin' on what's mine, it's my time, I'm finna take it, take it