Hop off the plane, Peter rabbit, I be gettin' bunny
If you wanna take a hit then come ask me honey
Tryna do this sh** got no degra**i money
From a place where they push packs
Push packs like gum
See the old homies smirkin'
But the top where I'm gunnin'
Isn't sh** bout it funny
It's real gloomy in this city I should vacate over Philly cuz I heard its always sunny
Got me working towards a milly
Give a f** that they all shun me (the money)
The money piled in layers get this pilsbury grands
Tug of war with her insanity, but she good with her hands
Watch me pull this trick off get her to dance for me
But I have no bands
You don't need money for that when you can talk like a man
Y'all now mean nothing to me, small as a granule of sand
They try and s** all my joy, as your friend how they blend
Play with your mind as a toy, fake as burgers made of soy
But soon they'll come around once you get like Jeezy and 'Ye
You rep state, city, and town
They gon' give you a crown
That's all noise, but for now
I'm just a Mexican-Italian wearing slim cut corduroys
Tryna buy a teen, then that's worth a hundred quarters boy
I don't sip that mix with soda no more cuz I ain't down to overdose
And I ain't down to comatose
Don't, don't, don't need to be stuck in a terror
My dreams are as much as reality
Stuck enough in this life that's meant to be
This sh** don't change, execpt for me
How can you be mad at Pete?
Just a young man, found a plan and he
He so, he so, he so, he so Mil
He put the city on his back and got the first name paper
Can he ever get a plaque?
Place your bets, place your wager
Raps as hot as lasers no fad like pagers
Wood glue sticking around so I'm stuck to the f**in' paper
Red bone to-mate-o's, we mate to make o's
Comes to chachin' green, then you bet we take o's
If you gettin' with your chick, we know she fakes those
Dreams of doing shows, Pete B gon' skate coasts
Step off the off the Supras, I be forced to break toes
Something from the future, yeah I got a great flow
I miss this city as much as I miss jolly good soda
Girl you lookin' fine red rover said bend ova
(laughs)
One, Hundred
No one ever gave a f** about me
So I closed off figured vault up throw away the key
Know my real name but you never get to know real me
You get a good idea from these tracks, but back off Pete
These other guys as flaky as winter dandruff
These other dudes as fakey as bombshell bras
Five nine but I look big on stage
Big steppin' out of hundred thousand dollar cars
But to get to that point there's one thing you gotta do
I'm talkin mic check one
Mic check, mic check, one, two
Got sick of all my old friends
Cannot kick it, kung foo
I'm the one you drugged
So all you get a f** you
(laughs)
So high up now
The time is what I can't see
What time is it man?
Uhh ...midnight in Milwaukee