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