This lost boy got fly without Peter Pan

Rich enough that I don't have to tell em I'm rich

And I just hope that I'm forgiven for carin bout how they livin and loanin a little money and keepin em outta prison I aint lyin in my verses, I'm just tellin you the basics of growin up wit ya friends and becomin the one that made it

Never thoughts of suicide, I'm too alive. But I still treat it like it's do or die.. even though dyin' isn't in the plans, but neither was makin' it and here I am

It's such a small place, not much to do but talk and listen. The men are jealous and the women all in competition.

I am in the Matrix and I just took the blue pill.

Worried bout ya followers? You need to get ya dollars up.