Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Benny the Butcher
Benny the Butcher
Rap
Mike WiLL Made-It
Mike WiLL Made-It
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeremie Scorpio Pennick
Jeremie Scorpio Pennick
Songwriter
MICHAEL LEN WILLIAMS II
MICHAEL LEN WILLIAMS II
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike WiLL Made-It
Mike WiLL Made-It
Producer
John Sparkz
John Sparkz
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

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 **** 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 Luca
I'm a product of a deadbeat father, moms was a user
Roc Nation office with E, talking music, street shit 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 shit
I hate to say it, but I told you so
I told **** 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 bitch
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 shit
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 shit, 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
Written by: Jeremie Scorpio Pennick, MICHAEL LEN WILLIAMS II
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