Look What You Made Me Do (feat. Shaolin Sam)
Look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
Look what you made me did
Look what you made me did
Look what you made me did
Look what you made me did
I got a Oklahoma roadrunner heart and a Philadelphia spine
I take the soul from you, and the soul wonder how it's getting some healthier vibes
Broke the holdover for the whole summer, now I'm spitting all deadlier rhymes
I got a Kobe jumper for a right hand, pen hitting you 81 times
My zip like my Jordans, I rock a 6 or a 10 or a 2 or a 1 or a 5
I'm doing all times, all districts, don't give a fuck if the city survives
All these Philly rappers claim loyalty, watch them leave in the course of time
Italian Market, Broad Street, my past and present on the orange line
Future too, Dirty Sprite, I ain't leaving like the Big Piece and the Doctor
Jay like Erving, Jay like Shaolin, got a couple rings on the roster
Whale and the phantom dancing, we like Return of the King with the Oscars
Veil 1 dropping in June, then I can fall back, let the whole team prosper
To health and long life, my Facetimes like champagne toasts at the parties
I take time for the garden, waste no time like Billie and Carti
I don't play games anymore, I left those tricks to the clowns and carnies
With the way I'm switching my styles, effortless, I need more press than Cardi
Press press press press the button
I don't send threat through text, I just pull up buckin'
Jay like Erving, Jay like green release
Whole team get greased it's nothing
Whole team glue compressed, keep ducking
My team good like no I's
We ain't satisfied with hoarding beats
Take the hard drive and just flush it
Niggas mid, they not the right ones
I rock 11s, I came to split a head with no Excedrin
I came to make good music with my brethren
I came to prove to niggas I'm a legend
I came to dance, mambo
I move through all different time zones
No check-ins, if I'm walking, I'm stepping, I'm well rested
Niggas flexing bread I can't relate
Niggas think it's beef but that's a mistake
It ain't no cheesin', I'm just finna spray
It ain't no reason to get in my way
I put soul to tracks, Penn Relays
Ten toes till I'm laying in the grave
When I die, put my money in the grave
Shaolin kick shit like Damian Wayne
Damian Wayne like Robin
Jason Todd, lawless
I don't keep sticks like Dick, but I run this town like my dad named Thomas
None of my stories in comics
Dark Horse, Marvel, Chris Rock, Carlin
No funny shit I'm just honest
All my shit real that's a promise, ayyy
No Aliexpress, 32 pairs, no gold on my neck, need 24 carat
Griselda the sweats, everyone starin', I mean every threat, so watch for the garrote
Run my shit back, Derrick
Not looking for action but if you want beef, you better know I'll prepare it
Bloody, I'll medium rare it
Stake this shit on my heart and my honor, I just get calmer and calmer
Stake like Alucard trauma, Simon Belmont, I'm deep in the horror
Stake like a bracelet on the river, if I'm all-in I go inner
Steak like ribs, I prefer all vegetarian dinners
What good is flesh to me if I got lettuce
Triple B always, I give my bro credit
Don't give a fuck if you're wetter than Venice
I got priorities, I had to bed it
Based on the bars, I know where I'm headed
Live up to Ocean, buy 'em off my debit
When I put 'em down, better call paramedics
I don't want deaths, no House and no Senate
Priorities, dead it
Charge it to the game, credit or debit
Memories, dead it
They don't matter where I'm headed
Your girl came to get beheaded
Triple B, you'll get that bitch back
Put a lime in your six pack
Shaolin goated that's a big fact
Nigga I do what I want
It ain't a nigga in the world that could chump me
I'm not a killer 'cause nobody shoved me
But I guarantee that it's not above me, ayyy
I'll put anyone above me for mine
And don't even ask about time
Put my hand on the Bible and spin it, I did it
I don't have a reason to lie
Don't even ask about time
You know how I'm coming, you think
I ain't planned for nothing
Oh that's not brand or something, you think
I ain't the man or something
Oh that's not brand or something, you think
I ain't the man or something
Look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
Look what you made me did
Look what you made me did
Look what you made me did
Look what you made me did
Look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
Look what you made me did
Look what you made me did
Look what you made me did
Look what you made me did
I got a Oklahoma roadrunner heart and a Philadelphia spine
I take the soul from you, and the soul wonder how it's getting some healthier vibes
Broke the holdover for the whole summer, now I'm spitting all deadlier rhymes
I got a Kobe jumper for a right hand, pen hitting you 81 times
My zip like my Jordans, I rock a 6 or a 10 or a 2 or a 1 or a 5
I'm doing all times, all districts, don't give a fuck if the city survives
All these Philly rappers claim loyalty, watch them leave in the course of time
Italian Market, Broad Street, my past and present on the orange line
Future too, Dirty Sprite, I ain't leaving like the Big Piece and the Doctor
Jay like Erving, Jay like Shaolin, got a couple rings on the roster
Whale and the phantom dancing, we like Return of the King with the Oscars
Veil 1 dropping in June, then I can fall back, let the whole team prosper
To health and long life, my Facetimes like champagne toasts at the parties
I take time for the garden, waste no time like Billie and Carti
I don't play games anymore, I left those tricks to the clowns and carnies
With the way I'm switching my styles, effortless, I need more press than Cardi
Press press press press the button
I don't send threat through text, I just pull up buckin'
Jay like Erving, Jay like green release
Whole team get greased it's nothing
Whole team glue compressed, keep ducking
My team good like no I's
We ain't satisfied with hoarding beats
Take the hard drive and just flush it
Niggas mid, they not the right ones
I rock 11s, I came to split a head with no Excedrin
I came to make good music with my brethren
I came to prove to niggas I'm a legend
I came to dance, mambo
I move through all different time zones
No check-ins, if I'm walking, I'm stepping, I'm well rested
Niggas flexing bread I can't relate
Niggas think it's beef but that's a mistake
It ain't no cheesin', I'm just finna spray
It ain't no reason to get in my way
I put soul to tracks, Penn Relays
Ten toes till I'm laying in the grave
When I die, put my money in the grave
Shaolin kick shit like Damian Wayne
Damian Wayne like Robin
Jason Todd, lawless
I don't keep sticks like Dick, but I run this town like my dad named Thomas
None of my stories in comics
Dark Horse, Marvel, Chris Rock, Carlin
No funny shit I'm just honest
All my shit real that's a promise, ayyy
No Aliexpress, 32 pairs, no gold on my neck, need 24 carat
Griselda the sweats, everyone starin', I mean every threat, so watch for the garrote
Run my shit back, Derrick
Not looking for action but if you want beef, you better know I'll prepare it
Bloody, I'll medium rare it
Stake this shit on my heart and my honor, I just get calmer and calmer
Stake like Alucard trauma, Simon Belmont, I'm deep in the horror
Stake like a bracelet on the river, if I'm all-in I go inner
Steak like ribs, I prefer all vegetarian dinners
What good is flesh to me if I got lettuce
Triple B always, I give my bro credit
Don't give a fuck if you're wetter than Venice
I got priorities, I had to bed it
Based on the bars, I know where I'm headed
Live up to Ocean, buy 'em off my debit
When I put 'em down, better call paramedics
I don't want deaths, no House and no Senate
Priorities, dead it
Charge it to the game, credit or debit
Memories, dead it
They don't matter where I'm headed
Your girl came to get beheaded
Triple B, you'll get that bitch back
Put a lime in your six pack
Shaolin goated that's a big fact
Nigga I do what I want
It ain't a nigga in the world that could chump me
I'm not a killer 'cause nobody shoved me
But I guarantee that it's not above me, ayyy
I'll put anyone above me for mine
And don't even ask about time
Put my hand on the Bible and spin it, I did it
I don't have a reason to lie
Don't even ask about time
You know how I'm coming, you think
I ain't planned for nothing
Oh that's not brand or something, you think
I ain't the man or something
Oh that's not brand or something, you think
I ain't the man or something
Look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
Look what you made me do
Look what you made me did
Look what you made me did
Look what you made me did
Look what you made me did
Credits
Writer(s): Samuel Eames
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