Peter Pan

[Chorus: Sylvan LaCue]
Life don’t come with tips
Someday I’ll be rich (Mmm)
At times I feel tense
Light two spliffs, ignite my bliss (Mmm)
Shoot my shot might miss
All is the wrist, life is a trip
They want me humble, I don’t see the sense
We favor the bold, the real don’t exist (Mmm)
Watch me hype my drip, you ain’t seen shit quite like this (Mmm)
From the roota to the toota, I’m equipped
Peter Pan take flight, nigga shoot it if ya hit (Mmm)
Pardon my dream, but I insist
Tiggity tisk, what's up with this
I can’t complain, but don’t get it twist
Dearly beloved, you’ll truly be missed

[Verse 1: Sylvan LaCue]
Dawg (Yeah)
I was brought up to believе in the cross (Yeah)
Workers got chеcks, but respect goes to boss (Yeah)
Stick to your morals and never get crossed (Yeah)
Yeezy had Polos and Gator, Lacoste (Yeah)
Biggest producer was Polo Da Don (Yeah)
Weezy made me wanna ice out my arms (Yeah)
Back to reality, dope on the lawn
I can’t
Live my life like this
Broke phi broke, we ain't got it
Mama bought a whip
Nigga couldn't drive stick
Used to sneak into my exes out on 125th
Shit I done seen couldn't be missed

[Verse 2: Grandmaster Vic]
Yeah, 2020 everlasting
Pray protection would prevent from havoc
No idea, you couldn't even imagine

[Verse 3: Sylvan LaCue]
All I ever wanted was a chopper and a chance
Make a ruger [?:1:02-1:04] sing soul survivor, Yeah
I used to get out the trenches
Coaches had me on the benches, till a nigga put forty on the visor
"30 under 30," do a nigga dirty
Feel like I ain't worthy, till I got wiser
Pull up like Curry, always in a hurry
Even on site, niggas still couldn't find ya, nope

[Chorus: Sylvan LaCue]
Life don’t come with tips
Someday I’ll be rich (Mmm)
At times I feel tense
Light two spliffs ignite my bliss (Mmm)
Shoot my shot, might miss
All is the wrist, life is a trip
They want me humble, I don’t see the sense
We favor the bold, the real don’t exist (Mmm)
Watch me hype my drip, you ain’t seen shit quite like this (Mmm)
From the roota to the toota, I’m equipped (Mmm)
Peter Pan take flight nigga shoot it if ya hit (Mmm)
Pardon my dream, but I insist
Tiggity tisk, what's up with this (Hey)
I can’t complain but don’t get it twist (Hey)
Dearly beloved you’ll truly be missed