Big Forehead, Small Reach

Verse

Yo, Temi step in, first thing enter the room,

Forehead so big it arrive before you.

Got space for ideas, yet none ever land,

Runway up top but your plane never planned.

You talk like a boss, but the math don’t add,

Big head, little vision — now that’s kinda sad.

I measure my words, you exaggerate fame,

Thinking loud equals winning the game.

Chorus

Big forehead, small reach, that’s the theme,

Lotta surface up top but it’s empty between.

I keep it compact, every line on point,

You got extra real estate, still miss the joint.

Verse

That forehead shining like it got its own sun,

Reflecting your ego — must weigh a ton.

I keep my head down, build slow, stay true,

You keep yours up front like it’s leading the crew.