[Verse 3] Remember you was livin' at the London for a month Service elevator up to 4201 We was still a secret, couldn't come in through the front Girl I had your back when all you used to do was front That's for sure though, I made a career of reminiscin' Time got a funny way of tickin', things are so much different I'll admit it, I've admitted to a lot of things Act like you know it, fuck them stories, fuck the shade that they be throwin' Understand I got responsibilities to people that I need And on my way to make this dough A lot of niggas cut the cheque so they can take this flow A lot of niggas cut the cheque so they can take this flow Tryna give your ass the world You runnin' your fingers through my curls You knew me when the kid had waves But that's enough of that You could never say I came up and forgot about your ass And that's some real shit