I Said What I Said
I said what I said, I'm top 5
Whoever don't agree, that's you know
Your opinion, but uh i'ma just go out
And play my game
Look, If I ain't in your top 5 then your list is fucked
Trigga what's up?
Niggas made it from the back of the bus
Straight to the front
Used to front, like I had it
Before I actually got it
Know my project for my niggas who still is stuck in the projects
Who the hottest? Nigga point em out
I shun em out, niggas run they mouth
I run the south
Niggas could vouch, if you can't
Then that's cool too
Aye tell XXL I went to school too
What would you do if you knew the shit that I knew?
I do this shit for my blood like I'm piru
The flow water like bayou, no caillou
But I been balling forever
Through all the endeavors
Regardless I'm better
That hardest that's ever
Touched a microphone, can hear it in my voice
They fucking with my shit like they ain't have a choice uh
Got me fighting ghost before the Rolls-Royce
I was pulling foreigns, my latest that thing is so moist
Way before gunna know I was pushing p's
Them niggas talking crazy but what the fuck could they do to me?
Fuck your watch could give a fuck about that jewelry
You say spitting facts but my nigga that shit ain't true to me, yea
I told them I was nice and niggas doubted
Niggas clouted up for nothing I promise I been surrounded
By some real niggas
Trill niggas
Ville niggas
What's the deal nigga?
Aye let me tell you how I feel nigga
Look, lost my nigga to jail living in hell
Rather die before I fail
My soul never gone sell
The flow wavy as hell
You know you crazy as hell
If you think you fucking with me
Come show me, word to Chappelle
No joke
I got this shit by the throat compete with myself
Take a nigga life myself he try impeding my wealth
Done felt how it feel from stressing out over bills
Been climbing lauryn hills
While dreaming bout touring deals but still
My heart cold, more drive than forest hills
Ain't waiting on me no deal
They gotta deal with the skills
I'm Kobe, you Shaq for real
You posting, I'm tryna kill
These rappers, Chicago drill
My uncle know how I feel
About this rap shit, we had a talk about it
And if its bout that paper know I'm all about it
And fuck a critic shit I live it you just blog about it
Said fuck a critic bitch I live it you just blog about it bitch
Yeah, pussy
Whoever don't agree, that's you know
Your opinion, but uh i'ma just go out
And play my game
Look, If I ain't in your top 5 then your list is fucked
Trigga what's up?
Niggas made it from the back of the bus
Straight to the front
Used to front, like I had it
Before I actually got it
Know my project for my niggas who still is stuck in the projects
Who the hottest? Nigga point em out
I shun em out, niggas run they mouth
I run the south
Niggas could vouch, if you can't
Then that's cool too
Aye tell XXL I went to school too
What would you do if you knew the shit that I knew?
I do this shit for my blood like I'm piru
The flow water like bayou, no caillou
But I been balling forever
Through all the endeavors
Regardless I'm better
That hardest that's ever
Touched a microphone, can hear it in my voice
They fucking with my shit like they ain't have a choice uh
Got me fighting ghost before the Rolls-Royce
I was pulling foreigns, my latest that thing is so moist
Way before gunna know I was pushing p's
Them niggas talking crazy but what the fuck could they do to me?
Fuck your watch could give a fuck about that jewelry
You say spitting facts but my nigga that shit ain't true to me, yea
I told them I was nice and niggas doubted
Niggas clouted up for nothing I promise I been surrounded
By some real niggas
Trill niggas
Ville niggas
What's the deal nigga?
Aye let me tell you how I feel nigga
Look, lost my nigga to jail living in hell
Rather die before I fail
My soul never gone sell
The flow wavy as hell
You know you crazy as hell
If you think you fucking with me
Come show me, word to Chappelle
No joke
I got this shit by the throat compete with myself
Take a nigga life myself he try impeding my wealth
Done felt how it feel from stressing out over bills
Been climbing lauryn hills
While dreaming bout touring deals but still
My heart cold, more drive than forest hills
Ain't waiting on me no deal
They gotta deal with the skills
I'm Kobe, you Shaq for real
You posting, I'm tryna kill
These rappers, Chicago drill
My uncle know how I feel
About this rap shit, we had a talk about it
And if its bout that paper know I'm all about it
And fuck a critic shit I live it you just blog about it
Said fuck a critic bitch I live it you just blog about it bitch
Yeah, pussy
Credits
Writer(s): Freddie Rambert Iii
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.