Told You So

(EarDrummers)
I hate to say it, but I told you so (Black Soprano Family)
I don't want to be that guy, but I told you so (Mr. Pyrex Man)
(Summertime Butch)

I'm somewhere on the rooftop building, counting from 30 (countin' down)
And by time I reach ten, watch niggas scurry (they runnin' in fear)
They're quiet over them streams (they're quiet, now, huh?)
Them new whips made them hound me over this cream
But these crowns is only for kings
I'm that same troubled young nigga, second guessing my future ('member me?)
16 and a shooter, but not the same kind as Luca
I'm a product of a deadbeat father, mom was a user
Roc Nation office with E, talking music, street shit and Puma

It's really no destination when you drivin'
On that fast, perennial quest for greatness
Don't give me no explanations (don't give me nothin')
Made me some dollars, then got resented for never breaking (what you're mad at me for?)
Made me a hollow man, come and get to know Kevin Bacon (ah)

Choppin' game with my nephew, like, "What's the business?
What's the plan?" (What you on? What's up?)
You're under your mother's roof now, but one day you'll be a man (one day you'll be a man)
One-point-something when I signed, you know I blew that advance (you know that)
You know I'll say that again (cut that back), you know I stayed to the plan

Told you so (told you so)
Ah (can't make this shit up), real shit, heh
I hate to say it, but I told you so
I told niggas I was gonna be doin' this, when I was broke, when I was trappin'
I hate to say it, but I told you so
I don't know why y'all ain't believe me (Montana, Eastside, Buffalo, New York)
I hate to say it, but I told you so
You gotta, you gotta take a closer look
Yo

I made it out of the trench, took the stage and traded out the bricks
Faded out, then it went black when I came up out it rich (woo)
The streets have never changed, the rules either, play around and shit
Two things I never do is hate or explain about a bitch (childish)
Aces wild, I'm known for slinging power, laying down a 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?)
Who kept their word when they made a vow to make everybody rich?

I told you so
Yeah, you can ask my Sunday school teacher, real shit
I hate to say it, but I told you so (told you so)
Ask my third grade teacher, too (all y'all, told you, 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