Forgot About J Lyrics

This is for the people that's been praying on my downfall

I don't think I'd make it here without y'all

Round of applause, go take a bow, get your pat on the back

That's the 99th time they've compared me to Jack

No matter what you say

Mr. Brooks is here to stay

Get the fuck up out my way

I could show you that I've changed

And I could show you that I've grown up

I'm a whole different person despite the twos that I've thrown up

This is just the intro, nothing about it is conclusional

Heard them talking about us, I said you must be delusional

Every single decision that group made was digital

But everybody claims to be original, that's pitiful

It's time for y'all to see what I can do as an individual

It's time to show some work from an artist who isn't miserable

Yes I'm going solo now, someone tell the principle

Ever since I dropped the chains, I swear I've felt invincible

'Cause I've been doing

Numbers on numbers on numbers on numbers

They call me "wonder boy" bitch I'm the new Boy Wonder

Yelling "album of the year"

Fuck it, do it again

Third album is the charm

I think I'm destined to win

Switch the beat and the flow and the quota

Went from family to business, you switched the code up

Call us family and then you act like you don't know us

You can't have a family that's running off of no trust

Just a bunch of kids trying to act like they grown ups

Trying to sign a deal that gives the label rights to own us

Trying to sign a deal that gives the label rights to own us

I won't talk about that money that you flaunted

Because I get it, if you want it, then you got it

But I might talk about that coke that you flaunted though

It's wise words coming from the kid you never wanted hoe

Everytime I tell somebody that I rap

Instantly they be comparing me to Jack

I'm not complaining though, cause honestly it's nice

But is it cause I'm good at rapping or is it because I'm white?

Nowadays I just be rapping out of spite

Rapping out of vengeance when I walk up to the mic

Doing it for views, clout, streams, and hype

Losing track of why I started doing this in life

You can call yourself a rapper 'cause you seem to get paid

But you ain't really rapping 'til you get up on a stage

With a hundred people looking at you screaming your name

If you ain't rapping like that then we ain't rapping the same

I'm in a whole different lane

I'm in a whole different game

I could make a million dollars, still never buy a chain

I'm not the type to go and flex my riches acting snobby

I'm the type to buy my mom a house in Abu Dhabi

Finally get my dad up off the streets before he passes

They say a change is coming, shit this slower than molasses

My temperature is rising like the price of gasses

I'm rapping like a prodigy in rapping classes

Y'all should've never hated

This is just the aftermath

Look at what you've created

A fucking prodigy, I'm after that

Remember Mr. Brooks

Well bitch I'm going back to that

This isn't a sequel, this is proof of a legend inside his habitat

But nowadays everybody just want to talk

Like they got something to say

But nothing comes out when they move their lips

Just a bunch of gibberish cause mother fuckers act like they forgot about J

So don't forget about J

You can't forget about J

So don't forget about

Who?

J