Into the hills of goldand peace to this young warrior
Getta letter sayin' see ya down by peter
Still the man with the pan
Boy, you can’t tell me a damn thang
I got masterplans for haters toss em in the fryin pan
No matter how much i try, stay alive, i'm a die a man
Rappers claiming they sick, i heal niggas for good
A dead-pan soul attributed to this kid/
I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king
Pan handling ya mans cannabis then i'm vanishing,
Put it on everything, history i'mma make
Meet peter - a loser who was sayin' he could take
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