(Ooh... yeah)

[Travis Thompson:]
I still got my white tees from the first grade
With them sharpie signatures, and on my birthday
I had the pinata, the barbecue chicken
I promise nothing's changed, except the way we back in business
Still taking my time, while I feel great on my own
While I'm still feeling that shine, and I'm still living at home
I'm working 9-to-5 to 5-to-9, ain't seen my mom in a week
I ain't got no time to rock 'em, but there's fresh shit on my feet
I remember walking home in my first pair of Force's
They see me all by myself, they jack my shit, and then floored it
I had to walk in my socks, I had them tears in my eyes
My sister looked me in my face and told me, "bro, you still fly"
You should've seen my daddy's face when they said my name on NPR
Respond in some voices, but we still turned up in that fucking car like, "oh shit, posted on 128"
They hit my phone, we got that eighth, I got a show - let's go get payed
And I used to stay up late to watch Girls Gone Wild commercials
I wasn't quiet - rehearsals like, "gimme my fucking solo"
"Let me speak to these kids"
Kanye was rocking Polo
Then dropped out and changed my life
Dazell Fence in my Myspace photos
Thinking damn, I got a long ways to go, don't I?
But when it come to kids up in my city really don't lie
I'm the coldest, you should know it: fuck the fame, bruh
Know a lot of shit gon' change, but they can never change us
Right

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