Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Look What I Did , by - Tech N9ne. Release date: 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 |