You say You say I'm too young, too foolish Well I became myself spite what you say Still tryna find a way that I can stay the same Maybe that's my naïveté

Fuck that shit I'mma run it how I want and that's it Money singing off the phone That shit works for me It's a purse on me (that's a bag) No dey put a curse on me (I reflect) Letting God at work on me (I repent) Do it for myself never for a man

I'm just 21 What it feels to be more than 21 I've never known I've never tried I've never loved What am I supposed to do with what I done Where did all the years go?

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 I was at the house Tryna to figure out who the fuck I am 11, 12 went too fast 3 to 16, too fast 7, 8 was a big year 19 got a big bag Counting 100's playing '20 somethings' I am counting on myself now Crying by myself now I'm 21 At my grown ass age

Oh, 21 What it feels to be more than 21 I've never known I've never tried I've never loved Forgive if I don't say it right or say enough Real shit I'm just 21