Told You So

I hate to say I told you so
Boos on the beat, hold up, hold up, hold the phone
Now they woke like they just came up outta comatose
Now I think we got 'em looking like they caught the Holy Ghost

I thought I told you
I guess I gotta show you
Throw me something I can flow to
And I'ma catch the beat like it's old news
I'm old school like a gold tooth
Off the wall, I'm 'bout to go through
I know you ain't got no clue
You programmed like Protools
Now wait, I just wanna make some music
I just wanna make you move
Beggars can't be choosers
I just gotta execute
I'm killing all the bullshit
I'm coming after you
I'm going in my tool kit
I'm 'bout to act a fool
So much on my mind, it's off the top, it's on the lap
I go on so quick my rhymes don't flick no switch we hit the clap (Clap clap)
Driving 95 when I was hit hit with a rap
I gotta voice record this shit real quick, girl, I'ma hit you back
Time to kill the mic like Phil and Mike, I'm on my last dance
I crossover Jerry Krause, and then I tell 'em fat chance
Done with all that bullshit you should know what I'm about
I tried to tell you once, but you just wouldn't hear me out (Yeah, yeah)

I hate to say I told you so
Boos on the beat, hold up, hold up, hold the phone
Now they woke like they just came up outta comatose
Now I think we got 'em looking like they caught the Holy Ghost
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Well now they know
Now they sing along, now they know
Aye, how's it go?!

I'm taking off and never gonna fly back
I'm looking for my purpose 'til I find that
Reflection, connection, yeah, that's why I rap
No amount of followers can verify that, yeah

Looking for the truth well I can show you where it's at
Follow me into the booth and you can see it's all facts
The way that I be spittin' I should probably where a mask
Now they looking at me different like I'm gunnin' for the cash
It's a stick up don't you hiccup with that stick up in your ass
I just pick up where I left it put my kicks up on the dash
Sitting back, like, I know one day they gon' understand
Thinking back, like, I already told you that I'm the man, you should know!

I hate to say I told you so
Boos on the beat, hold up, hold up, hold the phone
Now they woke like they just came up outta comatose
Now I think we got 'em looking like they caught the Holy Ghost
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Well now they know
(Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Well now they know

I hate to say I told you so
I hate to say I told you so
I hate to say I told you so
Boos on the beat, hold up, hold up, hold the phone
Now they woke like they just came up outta comatose
Now I think we got 'em, yeah, I think we got 'em



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Writer(s): Logan Hindorff
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