Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Look What I Did, artist - Tech N9ne.
Date of issue: 16.04.2020
Song language: English
Look What I Did |
Strugglin' and I didn’t really have nothing |
Then I started mad bussin' |
Now the money machine got hella cash gushin' |
I come from roaches, hardly no chips |
Grant me your hocus pocus revelations and giant locusts |
Oh shit, we was hopeless, folks just on the broke list |
Roach get loaded and served the bogus with the fo' fifth |
My G, I ain’t always been super icy |
Stealing food in high V slyly |
I see Nike’s, I don’t do the right thing with Spike Lee |
But I could not buy when the size be pricy, why me? |
Then my earth sounded, first round |
I put the work down and many mercs counted |
Thirst found and in a cursed town |
And with a turf crown, I eat a surf sandwich |
Turn the page and I’m rocking shows |
'Round the flock of hoes and my partner rose |
Out the top of Hip-Hop with a lot of dough |
And I got the soul like I’m Pop of those (lock and load) |
Forgot how many time they tell me I’m Forbes |
We sell, we encore, and way back in the day |
I was like help me, I’m poor (cha) |
Millions all around the world, they took what I heared |
Inside I put it in music, made it, Ma look what I did |
Look what I did, yeah, look what I did |
We got money all around us, I’m a legend to these kids now |
Look what I done, yeah, how far we come |
Keep running up the numbers 'til we get to number one |
I look where I’m at now, we ain’t in the background |
Running through the crowd, real proud, got my hat down |
Look at where I’m at now, money come in racks now |
Never fake the look, mama I made it, that’s a fact now |
From a trap to this rap shit, nigga, immortalised |
They sayin' that I’m weird, nah, certified |
I grew up around G’s, shelters and in the peas |
Feeling helpless, hold my knees, helpless, Lord please |
Remember turnin' the light on, watchin' the roaches flee |
Used to rock a turtleneck in school, they made fun of me |
Used to share sneaks with Meech, just tryin' not to make some creases |
My moms been deceased, just tryna live with some beats |
No boxes, swear conflict is obnoxious, obnoxious |
All that hate you do is toxic, selfmade couple of bosses (Ooh) |
We got boo, king back, sold out every room |
Coachella, our mixtape, overseas we’re like The Beatles (Trippy) |
Ah, yes, nigga, in every city pay dues |
Bonnaroo’s was splittin' a dollar fifty |
I snooze, still sleep, but our prizes are still increasing |
I geek and they know the issue |
I used to dream of this every evenin' now |
Look what I did, yeah, look what I did |
We got money all around us, I’m a legend to these kids now |
Look what I done, yeah, how far we come |
Keep running up the numbers 'til we get to number one |
I look where I’m at now, we ain’t in the background |
Running through the crowd, real proud, got my hat down |
Look at where I’m at now, money come in racks now |
Never fake the look, mama I made it, that’s a fact now |
You the weakest link, I walk with them Kansas City Chiefs |
Just say I’m one of one, but my whole course a million nigga deep |
I only see what I wanna, I struggle for the freedom too |
If you can take a course and be enforcer, will you lead 'em to? |
Survivin', don’t trouble my soul with problems |
I got problems of my own |
I thought I would weigh my options |
But the truth, man, I was wrong |
I come from the game with something to say |
Raised in the slumps and I bumped in the Bay |
Rollin' me in and I’m pullin' the pin while you grip the grenade |
I’m a big ball, she suck me up and rub my sixpack |
Niggas sell millions, make millions, never give back |
Bone crushers, them type of guys to leave your ribs cracked |
Born in the trenches, boy, my first words was «Click, clack» |
Revenges, outsmarting forensics |
Relentless intentions until the top spot is relinquished |
Boy, your top spot my hitlist, sweet taste of revenge |
Victory, this shit’s delicious, take your swig from the bottle |
Wipin' Hennessy on my whiskers |
Hit the block, chop it up, bag it 'til your fingers blister |
Tag his toe, do them bitches, clean knife but dirty pistol |
Shooters lights out, pass the pistol like a give-and-go |
Last time out but I don’t need a coat |
Splash brothers, wet 'em up |
Keep every sibling and half brother |
You’re dead as fuck, dead as fuck |
Yeah, my heart’s boxcutter, keep the water rotation |
Hitchcock leather face in Freddy, Jason |
Bloodsuck clothes, mildew in my basement |
Look what I did, what I done just to make it |
(Look what I did) Huh, just to make it |
Look what I did, what I done just to make it, lil' bitch |
Look what I did, yeah, look what I did |
We got money all around us, I’m a legend to these kids now |
Look what I done, yeah, how far we come |
Keep running up the numbers 'til we get to number one |
I look where I’m at now, we ain’t in the background |
Running through the crowd, real proud, got my hat down |
Look at where I’m at now, money come in racks now |
Never fake the look, mama I made it, that’s a fact now |