Текст песни Peter Pan - Kemba

Shut the fuck up, nigga

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