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