Peter Pan - Kemba

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