I Told You/ Another One

It's the year 2008, I'm getting kicked up out the crib

Steady contemplating where the fuck I'm 'bout to live

Mama died same year my sister had the kid

It was either feed the fam or get killed

So a **** said, fuck it

Five of us putting up for one room

Landlord straight bugging

Roaches on the ceiling, living room straight thugging

Should've been left but the trap stayed bunking

****, yeah, yeah

Big time, big time

Ring so swoll you would think I did time

Swear I told you **** for the fifth time

I'ma get mine, yeah

I got a ring so big, called the shit Big Time

She don't wanna fuck me, man, that bitch lying

I've been on the get-a-billion-dollar-rich grind

In the studio, I'm skating like a inline

Sorry I went Kristi Yamaguchi with the dough

Teachers called me stupid, now I'm stupid with the flow

Stupid with the whip game, stupid bankroll

Stupid ass **** getting stupid paid shows

I've been on the road

Now a **** know my way around, yeah, yeah

Big time, Cuban chain weigh me down, yeah, yeah

Flying private, I can turn the plane around, yeah, yeah

These **** pissy that we stayed around, yeah, yeah

Hop in another one, ****

Get back in another one, ****

Then back in another one, ****

Whoa

Hop in another one, ****

We back with another one, ****

Came back in another one, ****

Whoa

I thought I told you all

I know I'ma get mine

I thought I told you all

I know, I know

Hop in another one, ****

Yeah, how 'bout another one, ****

Get back in another one, ****

Whoa

Hop in another one, ****

We back with another one, ****

Then back in another one, ****

Whoa

My wrist is froze like Kristi Yamaguchi

Skating on 'em, Kristi Yamaguchi

We wash a **** talking at us loosely

Skating on 'em, Kristi Yamaguchi

You love the sound, ugh, don't fuck around, no

Four fifty eight, I dropped it in the winter

Big homie asked a **** what I'm down for

Looked him in the eye

And said to do it 'till I'm bigger than you

I'm whopping Xan's on

Kicked out the house in Brampton

Had a **** trapping out in Danforth

Take it city to city, get the figures

Just me and my lil' ****

Ain't have no hitters with us

Was with the thugs, dealers, plugs

Killers with slugs

All my **** was plugs

All my bitches was dubs

Left me out when I was tryna make it, dealed with the dawgs

Can't forget about a drought when they put six in my plug

Only thing I gotta do is get my mom out the mud

Only thing I gotta do is get it popping and blowing

Only thing I gotta do is hit my wrist with the song

**** thought it was over

But, bitch, I live by the slogan, I told you

Hop in another one, ****

Get back in another one, ****

Then back in another one, ****

Whoa

Hop in another one, ****

We back with another one, ****

Came back in another one, ****

Whoa

I thought I told you all

I know I'ma get mine

I thought I told you all (Fuck 'em)

I know, I know

It's a seventy-thirty chance I won't fuck with you ****

It's a seventy-thirty chance I might fuck up them digits

In the bottom where them ****, they ain't fuck with you, ****

Now you're up and they feel like they should be up with you, ****

I remember nights when I was starving and hungry, and balling and bumming

And busting 'cause my car wasn't running and, whoa

Doggy, all I want is an onion

The game, it was calling me audibly

Like someone confronted but, no

**** never gave a **** nothing

Fuck, I look like giving **** something?

Made 100K this week, that's on my dead mama

Spent 117 and I ain't even know it

Dawg, I swear, my coldest nights, it wasn't even snowing

Mama told me since a youngin I would be a soldier

Played the watch out on the block, you used to see me scoping

Respect the shooters that said, youngin, go, we 'bout to blow this

Hop in another one, ****

Yeah, how 'bout another one, ****

Get back in another one, ****

Whoa

Hop in another one, ****

We back with another one, ****

Then back in another one, ****

Whoa

I thought I told you all

I know I'ma get mine

I thought I told you all

I know, I know

It's the year 2009 and I done found myself a crib

I ain't got no dough but I done found myself a bitch

Dollars and success is what my **** tryna get

Young as fuck but fake I.D. gon' get me in the vip

I done said, fuck school, fuck the teachers in the public

I'd rather count this money with the thuggers and the junkies

The teachers used to tell me, boy, you ain't gon' amount to nothing

The only love I felt was from the dealers and the hustlers

We gon' do the most, so tell them ****, gabos

See my ****, Harvey, he went and copped him a Ghost

Through the windshield, the centerfold on the door

Ten below on you hoes, getting dough on you foes

Getting dough on these voes

Getting money and shows

These checks are looking silly, I'm getting funny on hoes

Funny how I'm stunning in something flooded in stone

Put them honeys on hold, put them runners on gold

Secure the bag