I Told Them

[Intro: Burna Boy] One, two, three, woah Ah, ye, ye, ye, ye, o-yo I told them (Ye, ye, ye, ye, o-yo) I told them (Yo, yo, ye, ye, ye, ye, o-yo) (Yo, yo, ye, ye, ye, ye, o-yo) (Yo, yo) I told them (Ye, ye, ye, ye, o-yo), woah Ah, ye, ye, ye, ye, o-yo [Verse: Burna Boy] I told them I'm a genius I had to show them what the meanin' is Hundred thousand hands where the ceilin' is I told them I'm the highest With the drip, I'm the flyest Hundred thousand hands where the sky is Told 'em I'm amazing They told me I was crazy Nothin' ever changed I told 'em I'm a giant Real African giant Self-confident, self-reliant Told 'em I'm the master They told me I wouldn't prosper I tell dem say dem be bastard Tell them dem dey joke, oh Say make I stop smoking, oh Abi dem wan jonze, oh Me, I dey feel pain But I move forward and I switch lanes Because Odogwu no be nickname They say, "Who be this person?" I told them I'm Big 7 Put am for your body in a split second Put me on your song, it's a hit record If I put you on, you a rich nigga Yes, I told them, I told them I'm a born winner I stay humble because I'm a born sinner I told them that I was the realest For some reason they didn't believe it, so here we are [Chorus: Burna Boy] (Ooh, ah-ah) I told them from the start (Ooh, ah-ah) Right from the very start (Ooh, ah-ah) I told them, I told them, ah-ah I told them they were gonna see this For some reason they didn't believe it, so here we are (Ooh, ah-ah) I told them from the start (Ooh, ah-ah) Right from the very start (Ooh, ah-ah) I told them, I told them, ah-ah I told them they were gonna see this For some reason they didn't believe it, so here we are (Believe, believe) [Acapella Verse: GZA] Which one of you is the abbot? I wanna join the temple We shine like that travels and waves that are unbelievable Distance and days Radio, micro, infrared and ultraviolet Picture so beautiful, I had to film the pilot Coined a new grand of philosophy That form images in your mind, quite different from photography Anointed few, a point of view of the thinkers No pitch, that's a glitch full of hook lines, and sinkers The way the wise look at light, the manner of the thoughtful There is no benefit if it's not resourceful Four to five, the observers, they get something from it It become routine, been there and done it I'm in a place where perception is developed If you can't walk on these shoes, then your feet would swell up A medium by which thoughts are made clear Beneath the surface, but only hurting the inner ear