Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Peter Pan, artist - Kemba. Album song Gilda, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 19.09.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Sounds, Universal Music
Song language: English
Peter Pan |
| Most my OGs let me down |
| Doin' cocaine, usin' codeine heavy now |
| I was wearing niggas' Akademik hand me downs |
| Now they formin' habits now |
| Kids I used to see in strollers started carrying weapons now |
| Wakin' up to shots fired |
| Lil' niggas gangbangin' over breakfast now |
| Scared they finna blow their brains out |
| Cops checkin' bags like it’s JFK |
| Why you messin' with us? |
| Squares moved in, whole block left |
| Rich niggas playin' Tetris with us |
| Diamonds on my neck stuck to me, they was pressurin' us |
| Hoes started running extras with them niggas |
| Most of 'em turned special witness niggas |
| Always thought of running, it was hell there |
| Momma was too proud to ask for welfare |
| Either you was Lance, Sebastian Telfair |
| Or you brought the pack and moved it elsewhere |
| We all dreamt of be being Prince of Bel Air |
| Teachers skipped the name 'cause who the hell cares? |
| How you let a little nigga sell here? |
| Wanna hold a pistol, nigga? |
| Hell yeah |
| NYPD playing catchup |
| LAPD playing catchup |
| Shorty changed my shit to Kesha |
| Why the fuck you playin' Kesha? |
| Put a dollar on my vision board, niggas took the money out the center |
| I can’t even manifest it, had to learn to be protective |
| Now all I see is these old niggas actin' like Peter Pan |
| I taught myself how to be a man |
| Made mistakes, now I see the plan |
| I taught myself how to reinvent |
| Nobody asked if I need a hand |
| Nobody thought I would be advanced |
| Niggas live in Never-Neverland |
| I taught myself how to be the man, nigga |
| They was robbin' little niggas after school |
| I was taught don’t let a fuck nigga front on me |
| Hid the weapon in a paper baggy |
| Either show the gun or get the fuck from in front of me |
| Only God and momma keep me company |
| They the ones that saves me from my enemies |
| I can’t even see no similarities |
| You was stayin' up for Linda Ellerbee |
| Ran the city, gave me hypertension |
| You ain’t got no problems you just hypin' tension |
| You ain’t tryna squabble, you just like attention |
| Put my life on the line like I’m Michael Bennett |
| Shootin' warnings with the hopes you might get mentioned |
| Had to distance from 'em, went a mile a minute |
| Used to ask what they would do in my position |
| 'Til they start a sentence with «In my opinion» |
| Nigga no, I was livin' off of cold cuts, bread butter and a toaster |
| Say it on record so when a writer want a close up |
| You ain’t gettin' any closer |
| Niggas be hittin' me, «Man I used to love your old stuff |
| Used to do it for the culture» |
| Niggas’ll use it to try to pay me with exposure |
| You about to get disposed of |
| Every time you call my phone, need a loan |
| Oh no no, I don’t even pick it up |
| Twenty years done come and gone, been the same all along |
| You don’t even switch it up |
| Throw a chair, then throw a fit |
| Throw the fair, wouldn’t throw the fists |
| Where’s the love? |
| It don’t exist |
| Momma panic, call the pigs |
| You get out and do it all again |
| Bunch of old niggas actin' like Peter Pan |
| I taught myself how to be a man |
| Made mistakes, now I see the plan |
| I taught myself how to reinvent |
| Nobody asked if I need a hand |
| Nobody thought I would be advanced |
| Niggas live in Never-Neverland |
| Shut the fuck up, nigga |