PEEP A PATTERN Lyrics

I'm in the booth with my daughter on my lap

Talk to em, Remy

Most of these people be fake and their energy off

And I'm starting to peep a lil pattern

I just left the Stu and I jumped in the coupe

Mix it up with the juice, now I'm headed to Saturn

I've been on the grind trying to make all the profit

Just double and triple, they madder and madder

They pockets anemic, they ain't really eating

My pockets got diabetes, getting fatter

But anyway, it ain't even nothing to tell them

They take advantage of you if you let them

I throw up an F like I just got a bad report card

But really, that's my favorite letter

I'm trying to have me and the family set up

For millions and millions, put up on the schedule

You ain't really focused, you should've knew better

I'll tell you the rest when I see you at foechella

I put my trust in myself, had a vision

came up with a plan and I made an investment

I ain't gonna lie, sometimes I had my doubts

but I kept all my faith and it turned to a blessing

If you value your life, then make sure you do right

By the gang, I don't think that that's something to mess with

Get on the beat and I'm beating it down

They might call the police because it's getting domestic

Uh, CZR, what you on today?

I ain't on nothing if it ain't about a play

Just feed the fam there ain't too much to say

If you a boss, then you go find a way

My lucky number seven while I always ate

From New York to Florida, been state to state

Get up and get it, don't got time to wait

When my daughter always need some food on her plate

So you damn right, I'ma get on the mic

and spit like this the only way that I'ma eat

Even if you was to chop off my legs

there ain't no way in hell I'm accepting defeat

I don't care what they chatting about in the streets

Unless it's about paper, I'm keeping it P

But you can get cooked if you looking for beef

And I know you can see, that's just how it be

And high key, I'm better than all of these rappers

I hopped on this track ain't even have the curse

I need that trackhawk to watch it go skrrt

You movin' funny, get kicked to the curb

My girl a baddie, she been acting nice

So I'm gon' get her right, hit the mall, buy a purse

If I love you, then you gon' know your worth

I bought her jewelry just for giving birth

And that's playa, she hitting my phone when she need me to slay her

I give her euphoria just like Zendaya

I might catch a fight out to the Himalayas

I seen your true colors, I peeled back the layers

Most of these people be fake and their energy off

And I'm starting to peep a lil pattern

I just left the Stu and I jumped in the coupe

Mix it up with the juice, now I'm headed to Saturn

I've been on the grind trying to make all the profit

Just double and triple, they madder and madder

They pockets anemic, they ain't really eating

My pockets got diabetes, getting fatter

But anyway, it ain't even nothing to tell them

They take advantage of you if you let them

I throw up an F like I just got a bad report card

But really, that's my favorite letter

I'm trying to have me and the family set up

For millions and millions, put up on the schedule

You ain't really focused, you should've knew better

I'll tell you the rest when I see you at foechella