(Intro)

Uh

You know Im 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

Its 84 nigga!

(Verse 1)

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?

Im here thinking, God damn it, this what its all about?

Im really thankful for niggas who seen the star in me

Im 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

Im doing my own, Im 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

(Hook)

Im still the same as when you met me

You telling me I changed how the hell can you forget me?

Im that nigga how the hell can you regret me?

I still remember everything you'd tell me

Remember me?

Remember 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

(Verse 2)

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 Im schizophrenic, Im 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 thats the reason Im 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

(Hook)

(Outro)

How could you forget?

You said I wasn't shit

And then I told you when Im leaving

Im 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