Told You So Lyrics by Benny The Butcher & Mike WiLL Made-It
I hate to say it, but I told you so
I don’t want to be that guy, but I told you
I’m somewhere on the rooftop building, counting from 30
And by the time I reach 10, watch niggas scurry
They’re quiet over them streams
Them new whips made them hound me over this cream
But these crowns is only for kings
I’m that same troubled young ***, second-guessing my future
16 and a shooter, but not the same kind as Luka
I’m a product of a deadbeat father, moms was a user
Roc Nation office with E, talking music, street *** and Puma
It’s really no destination
When you driving on that fast perennial quest for greatness
Don’t give me no explanations
Made me some dollar then got resented for never breaking
Made me a hollow man, come and get to know Kevin Bacon
Chopping game with my nephew, like what’s the business, what’s the plan?
You under your mother roof now, but one day you be a man
One point something when I signed, you know I blew that advance
You know I say that again, you know I stayed to the plan
Told you so, told you so
Ah, real ***
I hate to say it, but I told you so
I told niggas I was gonna be doing this when I was broke, when I was trapping
I hate to say it, but I told you so
I don’t know why y’all ain’t believe me
I hate to say it, but I told you so
You gotta, you gotta take a closer look
Yo, I made it out the trench, took the stage and traded out the bricks
Faded out then it went black when I came up out it rich
The streets had never changed, the rules either—play around and shift
Two things I never do is hate or explain about a ***
Aces wild, I’m known for slinging pow and laying down the strip
I’m shaving down the list
Big AP weighing down my wrist
When it was caving down, I took the pain
Who came to my defense?
Who kept their word when they made a vow to make everybody rich?
I told you so
Yo, you can ask my Sunday school teacher
Real ***
I hate to say it, but I told you so
Ask my third grade teacher too
I hate to say it, but I told you so
Ask the hustlers on the block who used to watch me walk to the school bus
I hate to say it, but I told you so
I love this ***, man
I hate to say it, but I told you so
Ah, Butchie
Perennial quest for greatness
It’s a marathon
Keep up
The Butcher comin’
Ah