You know I'm still the kid with the big head
That was sleeping in Miss Kelly's class
12th grade year
With the fresh ass kicks and shit
My kicks still fresh, and my head still big
Uh, good luck
It's 84 nigga!
You ever wonder how many shots does it take to get you?
My nigga cousin rap they be asking, why you don't take him with you?
My niggas rap they be asking, why you don't shout them out?
I'm here thinking, God damn it, this what it's all about?
I'm really thankful for niggas who seen the star in me
I'm in the room and they talking about how to market me
And I be feeling like spazzing, like Dame at Def
Cause I object to be a fucking Object!, Yup
Three years ago niggas told me I needed time to grow
And I was better then the niggas they was signing yo
And now the niggas that they signed
Need a young, fresh mind, to write the rhymes
I'm doing my own, I'm waiting on mine
Don't try to hide
We see the shadows through the blinds, Real recognize
Swear I will never let the devil
I want it all but I will never settle, like a settlement
I'm still the same as when you met me
You telling me I changed how the hell can you forget me?
I'm that nigga how the hell can you regret me?
I still remember everything you'd tell me
How could you forget?
How could you forget that you said I wasn't next?
How could you forget that you said I wasn't it?
How could you forget all your regrets
I remember high school with no friends
Sitting bumping these beats
Lunch time, pen and pad sitting next to the mac and cheese
Wonder if the students who were walking by me
Had any fucking idea who I'm gone be?
My teachers wished me luck, and said good luck will never work
And now good luck is on the shirts, and I be selling out merch! 3
My mama cried when I walked out of that college line
Mommy I'm schizophrenic, I'm seeing dollar signs
If It don't got it, ill get it man rest assure
Working for the blank checks that I still haven't met before
My work ethic gone make me a million dollars for sure
I'd share it all and that's the reason I'm always expecting more
I see my niggas killing time, man it kills me softly
Grind so we can live it up instead of living off me
Cause it kills me when we at the club popping champagne
And everybody celebrating, meanwhile I feel like a slave, nigga
How could you forget?
You said I wasn't shit
And then I told you when I'm leaving
I'm never coming back again
And now I nigga kept running out
And they ain't see me ever since
Not in the same light
Not in the same life
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