Kemba
Peter Pan
[Intro]
Shut the fuck up, n***a

[Verse 1]
Most my OGs let me down
Doin' cocaine, usin' codeine heavy now
I was wearing n***as' 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' n***as 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 n***as playin' Tetris with us
Diamonds on my neck stuck to me, they was pressurin' us
Hoes started running extras with them n***as
Most of 'em turned special witness n***as
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 n***a sell here?
Wanna hold a pistol, n***a? 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, n***as took the money out the center
I can't even manifest it, had to learn to be protective