PETER PAN TRIPS

Yo, Peter Pan trips, Duffle with a pack
One way ticket, tell em I ain't comin' back
Phone keep ringing, tell the plug run it back

I heard out of town is where it's at, we outside
Peter Pan trips, Duffle with a pack
One way ticket, tell em I ain't comin' back
Phone keep ringing, tell the plug run it back

I heard out of town is where it's at, we outside
Top of the AM, I was focused on a payment
All them nights out at the days inn
Booked two rooms, see the first was full of packs

And the other we would staying
All over whips and a chain
We was slaving, had to get it off the pavement
Patient, I turned em' to a patient

Once I catch the stain with the stainless
Ratchets keep banging, I was going through the phases
Then I changed it, nah, I ain't doing you no favors
Cort don't deal with no arraignments

Just pastors and funeral arrangements
A casket's what you was getting laid in
Boom him then view em' through the chamber
We front page opps in the news, and the paper

I was moving with them lasers
Moved from New Jerusalem to Decatur
We used to rent rooms, now it's acres
Yeah, I was learning stocks

I was moving with them traders
Shit, I done blew checks
All you dudes is entertainers
Huh, blocks of the raw

I'm chopping em', I'm shopping em' off
Knocks at the door, I'm profiting
I'm pocketing more, the rock pure
Boy, the raw, it be locking they jaw

Fiends stoned off crystals, their chakras is off
Set the mood with it, ain't shit to do with it
Street sweeper mops, shit, always kept the broom with it
I-95, yeah, we caught a few tickets

Come with the game when you moving through districts
Had a couple scars, shit, I gave a few stitches
Even skipped a few meals, trying to cop a new biscuit
I did it big for the trappers

Madness with a method
To be the illest nigga in Nebraska
Peter Pan trips, duffel with a pack
One-way ticket, tell em' I ain't coming back

Phone keep ringing, tell the plug run it back
I heard out of town, that's where it's at
We outside
Peter Pan trips, duffel with a pack

One-way ticket, tell em' I ain't coming back
Phone keep ringing, tell the plug run it back
I heard out of town, that's where it's at
We outside

Malicious with that money
8-series looking mean on the mass pike
Prior to it, I would do it in a hoopty
With the gas light

And the stash, like, hit the hazards
Nah, that's too much info
Started in the lobby, slinging 50-umps the size of Mentos
Whats your credentials, bagging up in residentials

He hold the plug, smiled in his face
And caught a bullet in his dimples
Coat whiter than veneers
Kept some gems in my dental

That stepped on shit was moving slow
We had to boost up the tempo
I got power in my hood, I could prevent a murder
My city with the dope, like an essential worker

The bitch know me as a rapper, slash Bentley swerver
Top drop, I let her top me off, but shit, I meant to curve her
Louis Duffel checkerboard, connections out of Ecuador
Numbers put the competition out of business like a record store

I told the opps to check the score
They acting like we even or something
Or like they dead man still breathing or something
I don't believe in this fronting

He screwed his face up, looking mean in the function
Thought we was pussy, but people bleed for assumptions
Like once a month and I'm running this money up
Till it can't fit inside the mattress

20 p's stacked in the crib, look like I'm growing a cactus
Really balling in the dope games, shit, you talking bout practice
I like my money face side up, them blue hundreds do backflips
I'm really balling in the dope game, shit, you talking bout practice

I like my money face side up, them blue hundreds do backflips
I had to see the man to be the man
Cop a quarter kilogram
Move it on the fung wall, deluxe star, Peter Pan

Cooking in the kitchen, you should watch the way I heat the pan
They paying Double OT
Sound like a decent plan, Blanco
Peter Pan trips, duffle with a pack
One-way ticket telling him I ain't coming back

Phone keep ringing, tell the plug run it back
I heard out of town is where it's at, we outside
Peter Pan trips, duffle with a pack
One-way ticket telling him I ain't coming back

Phone keep ringing, tell the plug run it back
I heard out of town is where it's at, we outside



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Writer(s): Ernesto Cortes, Myles Lockwood
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