Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Peter Pan , by - Dave East. Release date: 21.02.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Peter Pan |
| Time changed, check out your mind frame |
| Got no times for mind games (grow up, nigga) |
| Grow up, nigga |
| He 37, think he 22 |
| His mother work, he play the crib, just polishin' his .22 |
| Plus he eat up all the food but never grocery shop |
| Actin' like he out lookin' for a job but he know he not |
| He know the gossip, know what happen when Chad got locked up |
| He know who beefin' like every weekend, his BM pop up |
| He keep makin' promises, he gon' help her |
| He never felt a hard time dealin' with pressure |
| The youngin' niggas used to respect him, was kinda credible |
| He shot a couple cats in the 90's, few niggas never knew |
| He did a stretch for some domestic shit |
| He punched his ex after she told him, this some pussy you could never get |
| Behind the wall, turned Blood, but came home neutral |
| 'Cause streets spooky, you think we practise our own voodoo |
| He realize shit changed, he had to hustle smarter |
| High temper, shape-up push back, he wanna cut his barber |
| He loved his father but through his life he could not trust him |
| Damn near 40, just realized he ain’t got nothin' |
| Had the green light for years, his connect hit the stop button |
| Back to nicklin', dimin', youngin’s on the block pumpin' |
| I got homies comin' home sayin' they need a gram |
| Remembers fiends on my phone sayin' they need a gram |
| Stuck in the past, guess somebody told him he the man |
| Some niggas’ll never grow up, I call 'em Peter Pan |
| I got homies comin' home sayin' they need a gram |
| Remembers fiends on my phone sayin' they need a gram |
| Stuck in the past, guess somebody told him he the man |
| Some niggas’ll never grow up, I call 'em Peter Pan |
| Niggas bought him clothes when he got out the yard |
| He was bigger then, homies told him he should bodyguard |
| He was used to crack’s, ain’t know the price that molly cost |
| Youngin’s don’t pay him no mind, they figure he probably lost |
| They don’t know he grew up in the era where nobody soft |
| He tried to school 'em and gave 'em his own narcotic talk |
| Told him never stash your money and your work together |
| Never had no package when your body, it ain’t work forever |
| Found a nigga you could really trust, I think y’all work together |
| Never smoke, ridin' with dope, rain is the perfect weather |
| So how you broke if you got all the answers? |
| You ain’t even got hoes workin' and know all the dancers |
| Check this out, old head, we gon' get it the way we know how |
| We ain’t takin' deals, I coppin' out, know we gon' blow trial |
| You slow bringin' it back so we just front you a whole now |
| Us young niggas get real money, I hope you know now |
| Everybody that he hang out would be half his age |
| All he do is argue, been a minute since he had a fade |
| He got a mattress, he ain’t even got no sheets |
| Been in his mother crib for years and he ain’t even got no key |
| I got homies comin' home sayin' they need a gram |
| Remembers fiends on my phone sayin' they need a gram |
| Stuck in the past, guess somebody told him he the man |
| Some niggas’ll never grow up, I call 'em Peter Pan |
| I got homies comin' home sayin' they need a gram |
| Remembers fiends on my phone sayin' they need a gram |
| Stuck in the past, guess somebody told him he the man |
| Some niggas’ll never grow up, I call 'em Peter Pan |
| How you 40 and niggas pay you to look out? |
| He don’t miss a night at the club, don’t miss a cook out (not one) |
| Dishes in his mother crib, dirty garbage he ain’t took out (never) |
| But he could tell you who got pregnant, tell you who shook out |
| He holla at the younger girls like he still got it |
| He never had it, had light static, he still hottin' |
| Youngin’s got him sippin' lean, they got him pill poppin' (percs) |
| This real knowledge, these niggas 40 and still plottin' (watch 'em) |
| I got homies comin' home sayin' they need a gram |
| Remembers fiends on my phone sayin' they need a gram |
| Stuck in the past, guess somebody told him he the man |
| Some niggas’ll never grow up, I call 'em Peter Pan |
| I got homies comin' home sayin' they need a gram |
| Remembers fiends on my phone sayin' they need a gram |
| Stuck in the past, guess somebody told him he the man |
| Some niggas’ll never grow up, I call 'em Peter Pan |
| I blame it on the elder niggas that never helped us |
| We had to go get it, no guidance, nobody felt us |
| 16 with more pocket money than your daddy |
| We was broke and we came up from nothin', nigga, we gon' brag |
| All this Gucci, we gon' brag |
| Older niggas hatin', not all of 'em I remember callin' 'em, now they so mad |
| They ain’t reach their potential and live the life they want to live |
| I got homies comin' home sayin' they need a gram |
| Remembers fiends on my phone sayin' they need a gram |
| Stuck in the past, guess somebody told him he the man |
| Some niggas’ll never grow up, I call 'em Peter Pan |
| I got homies comin' home sayin' they need a gram |
| Remembers fiends on my phone sayin' they need a gram |
| Stuck in the past, guess somebody told him he the man |
| Some niggas’ll never grow up, I call 'em Peter Pan |