Back in first grade
Man I don't even talk about myself as a kid so
I figured I'd give that to ya'll too
I'm boutta take yall back bro, you ready
Aight hold on
Fasten your seat belts
Back in first grade, left private school went to O's class
Arm had a whole cast
Chic writing on my arm needs me to leave like a hall pass
Green grass means recess means green stains on jeans
And my mama's mad
Oh Krista
Swore she'd knock my teeth out
Saw her lips curl up nose flair as she breath out
With the cheap brown couches lost houses, you see how
She got a government mind
Harvard the school changed her time
& We up now
White Mercedes Benz (uh) hands in the wind
The dollar tree on the right McDonald's right on the twin
Those the good old day's Rottweiler on dope chains
In the back of the crib
Merwin circles back where I lived
It's full of pain and pleasure
Then the debt collector came
And dropped a final notice letter
Where we finna go now
After my pops moved out and my mom changed states
It filled my mind up with doubt
And then you take my dog away
Where's Bruno?
Taping up the boxes packing up the crib
Squally on the whip Tahoe flows
Chevy off the rip tried to ask for new dogs
But Bruno was like Squals kid, first born
We all wished for more time
But things gone wrong now we say so long
It'll never matter just how big I get
I'll still be the kid with his cast on
Now we in 5th-grade bald head shorts green
Mom had a Bob and Squalls Maserati
Had a big room my own walk-in closet
Ran for class President
Ain't it quite evident that I'm meant to be something nice
2 weeks in school and I still won vice
You can't tell me twice
I'm meant to be something big
Had a whole lotta muscle for a kid that's a twig
Ain't nobody at that age do the things that I did
Cuz I'm different
I had kids bully me for the grade of my skin
I wasn't quite Mcintosh or my dad's next kin
Tried to act real white, wanted to be like them
Fit falser stereotypes it ain't feel right from within
I remember recess once
Told them I wanted to play with them just cuz
My friends ain't here and I'm tryna have some fun
But they told me If I don't look like them I ain't the homie
I took a step back
After some sets backs
I knew if I wanted to be my best self fake friends get left-back
You can't get me with ease I ain't no dog to throw bone
I ain't handing my keys but no matter what just know
It'll never matter just how big I get
I'll still be the kid with his cast on