I got masterplans for haters toss em in the fryin pan
Hey am i wrong, ain't you suppose to keep the peace man
A dead-pan soul attributed to this kid/
Bitches is 40 deep in this muthafucka and twisted
And sell out 'till we dig holes for homes like peter rabbit,
Trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit
Spit rounds gotchu dancing prancing peter pan type shit
It ain't my place to say and i hear all that
Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup
I loved peter pan when i was growing up
This is why i'm hot much hotter than a frying pan
Fuck whoever said the rap game wasn't edible man
Peter parker flow, no glasses
Don’t you be holding back, your love
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