Ptr-Pn
Feeling like I'm Peter Pan with the chain
Me I need to feed the fam
Spark the flame
See I got to keep to plan
Start the game
If I want to beat the man
I got to play
Listen up
I move, I move I'm getting good at it
And soon I'll be who they call the daddy
More cash, more problems and more habits
It's cool, it's on the tab it's been added
Got to beat the best and on a daily basis
Rappers beef but they get paid to say this
And that's cos money don't get saved on playlists
I mean let's all face it
You can be famous and you can be basic
So people brainless
They steal thoughts thinking this is stainless
Well huh
This ain't painless
I don't win on paper I ain't the Lakers
World a big place but we all want acres
Crack of dawn until my bones are aching
You asleep when I be still awake and now that's why you hating
For these rhymes I'm making can not be mistaken
Got singles that are cooking just like bacon
Think back, think back, think back
When I couldn't get that, get that, get that
Funny how they bend back, bend back, bend back
When you get racks, get racks, get racks
Creep up on the keeper need to go and get the key to get me out the keep
Need to keep moving quick
Before I loose my shit
And end my life out, lights out on the street
Watch me fall asleep now
They think I'm senile
But they can't see me like I'm John Cena
Triple seven got balance we know
Pacino flow coming out casinos
Action movie Roll Dee the hero
Got us all unchained like a Tarantino
Free my ego
And my people
My weed ain't legal
So not many equal
Me I need to feed the fam
Spark the flame
See I got to keep to plan
Start the game
If I want to beat the man
I got to play
Listen up
I move, I move I'm getting good at it
And soon I'll be who they call the daddy
More cash, more problems and more habits
It's cool, it's on the tab it's been added
Got to beat the best and on a daily basis
Rappers beef but they get paid to say this
And that's cos money don't get saved on playlists
I mean let's all face it
You can be famous and you can be basic
So people brainless
They steal thoughts thinking this is stainless
Well huh
This ain't painless
I don't win on paper I ain't the Lakers
World a big place but we all want acres
Crack of dawn until my bones are aching
You asleep when I be still awake and now that's why you hating
For these rhymes I'm making can not be mistaken
Got singles that are cooking just like bacon
Think back, think back, think back
When I couldn't get that, get that, get that
Funny how they bend back, bend back, bend back
When you get racks, get racks, get racks
Creep up on the keeper need to go and get the key to get me out the keep
Need to keep moving quick
Before I loose my shit
And end my life out, lights out on the street
Watch me fall asleep now
They think I'm senile
But they can't see me like I'm John Cena
Triple seven got balance we know
Pacino flow coming out casinos
Action movie Roll Dee the hero
Got us all unchained like a Tarantino
Free my ego
And my people
My weed ain't legal
So not many equal
Credits
Writer(s): Tim Desserey
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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