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