Palm Reader

They ain’t seen it like this
Draped to the floor, I’ve been eating like this
Tight-tight to the wall
I’ve been feeding my kids
Straight-straight to the palm
Like I’m reading them shits
Yeah, palm reader, palm reader
Yeah, palm reader, palm reader
Yeah, palm reader, palm reader
Yeah, palm reader, palm reader

Rocking the Fenty
Got the Ghost on the way
Straight copping a Bentley
I ain’t slept a full day since momma done let me
What the fuck I’m finna say
When they’re trying to tempt me
Lord help me through it
Got designer chains all alongside of my belly
Ain’t shit changed
Me and all the posse gon’ rally
Fuck the opps, we ain’t scared of them
Tighter than jelly
It’s a turnt thing when we go outside of the valley
Gold links for my dealers
Whole minks for my killers
Prada fleece for the bitches
A whole lease for the women
We ain’t ever finna stop, nah, watch how I pivot
Imma boss in my own, produce the beat and I kill it
But I ain’t finna dwell on the fact
I’ve been seizing in my sleep, I ain’t thinking ‘bout that
I’m just tryna make it deep for I fall on my ass
Fall’s probably finna leave while I wither the past
Straight up

They ain’t seen it like this
Draped to the floor, I’ve been eating like this
Tight-tight to the wall
I’ve been feeding my kids
Straight-straight to the palm
Like I’m reading them shits
Yeah, palm reader, palm reader
Yeah, palm reader, palm reader
Yeah, palm reader, palm reader
Yeah, palm reader, palm reader

Ain’t got time for a woman
I just got time for hoes
In that time I be sinning
Then I’m back to the dough

Fly the jet to the coupé
No limits, I ain’t taking one
Out on my shoes
Running wild like the fire alarm back at the school
Old friends wanna talk a lot
Damn, they was cool
But they ain’t doing shit
Dropped college like they knew the shit
Out on the loop
Y’all can’t do what Cooper did, he ain’t a human
I’ve been educated, that’s why Imma go through the roof
Fuck a ceiling or a person, I be breaking the rules
Rock solid plan, ain’t nobody breaking the truce
Plus I got the fans riding with me, they ain’t gon’ lose
Plus I got the jams, and there ain’t no shortage of those
Plus I got the fam, and they let me be who I chose
You should really get to pumping out your tracks
I ain’t here to be an overnight, pump ‘em with the facts
Dropped it every ten like we was gonna be surpassed
Then I dropped the Artist Type, labels coming for my ass
Straight up

They ain’t seen it like this
Draped to the floor, I’ve been eating like this
Tight-tight to the wall
I’ve been feeding my kids
Straight-straight to the palm
Like I’m reading them shits
Yeah, palm reader, palm reader
Yeah, palm reader, palm reader
Yeah, palm reader, palm reader
Yeah, palm reader, palm reader

Ain’t got time for a woman
I just got time for hoes
In that time I be sinning
Then I’m back to the dough
Know the fam gon’ be winning
This the life that we chose
Know the feds gon’ be listening
So we lock all the doors