Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Patterns?, artist - Grip. Date of issue: 26.08.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Patterns? |
| You took your first steps today |
| And I was nowhere to be found |
| Busy keeping my head above water |
| Until my feet could find the ground |
| Red flag on my resume |
| Cause it’s the second time around |
| Too young to know I let you down |
| Too young to know I let you down |
| And some days are so much easier than others |
| So much more about me I needed to discover |
| But never had the chance (I'm sorry) |
| This is me saying sorry in advance |
| I’m just a kid raising some kids |
| With dreams of making it big |
| Tryna make a name in this biz |
| I became a slave in this bitch |
| Was hoping I could maybe get rich 'cause all I got |
| Is these words that I jot, I never had a jump shot, I’m not |
| A scholar, but l learned that the world is turned by a dollar |
| Whether I wear a mask or shirt with a collar I gotta |
| Provide but that ain’t even the only thing that’ll quali- |
| -fy me as being a father, my pops ain’t even bother |
| Left me toggling with toys as a toddler momma, 24 with two kids |
| What her and Ruth did, was put a roof over our heads |
| Cause niggas is ruthless |
| View a newborn as a nuisance |
| Or a noose that he would lose when |
| He cut ties with all of his loose ends |
| And I do spend, a flew blue moon |
| Wondering where you been |
| And assessing, and assuming |
| No aggression, you just human |
| And a blessing was sent in your direction but you eluded |
| And neglected, and refuted, that’s your lesson, I’m the student |
| And l used it, to father myself |
| Now I’m in my second parenthood |
| Shit, I’m a father myself |
| Was never a product of wealth or prodigal |
| I’m a prodigy, came from poverty |
| Now I’m popping and purchasing property |
| Reversing curses and pocketing profits |
| Fulfilling my prophecies |
| And my kids, they gon' reap the rewards |
| Far cry from sleeping on floors |
| Hard times we’d weep and we’d mourn |
| That’s in the archives we seeking reform |
| I was there on the first day of school |
| I’ll be there at the graduation |
| Like congratulations and I’m glad you made it |
| I’ma let 'em know they made their dad elated |
| I’ma pad the savings, they could blow a milli |
| If they had the craving |
| No more being poor and feeling agitated |
| No one gave it to me shit, I had to take it |
| I’m that same bastard used to rap in basements |
| Then I activated, now I get racks to say shit |
| I’m acclimated, got 'em captivated |
| Any acts of hatred they just cappin' ain’t it |
| Had to patent my own patterns |
| I’m just glad that I didn’t take after David |
| Yeah, I said your name, and you lame |
| If this end up in court in a affidavit, that’s all I got |
| And some days are so much easier than others |
| So much more about me I needed to discover |
| But never had the chance |
| This is me saying sorry in advance |