Tech N9ne ft. Flatbush & Jehry Robinson – Look What I Did

Lyrics Look What I Did – Tech N9ne feat. Flatbush Zombies & Jehry Robinson

Strugglin’ and I didn’t really have nothin’
Then I started mad bussin’
Now the money machine got hella cash gushin’

I come from roaches, hardly no chips
Granny on hocus pocus revelations and giant locusts
Oh s**t, we was hopeless, folks just on the broke list
Rogues get loaded and served the bogus with a fo’ fifth

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My G, I ain’t always been super icy
Stealing food in Hy-Vee slyly
I see Nike’s on Do The Right Thing with Spike Lee
But I could not buy when the size be pricy, why me

Then my earth sounded, first round
I put the work down and many mercs counted
Thirst found and in a cursed town
And with a turf crown, I eat a surf sandwich
Turn the page and I’m rocking shows
‘Round the flock of h*es and my partner rose

Out the top of Hip-Hop with a lot of dough
And I got the soul like I’m Pappadeaux
Forgot how many time they tell me I’m Forbes
We sell, we encore
Way back in the day I was like, Help me, I’m poor
Millions all around the world, they took what I hid
Inside, I put it in music, made it, Ma look what I did

Look what I did, yeah, look what I did
We got money all around us, I’m a legend to these kids now
Look what I done, yeah, how far we come
Keep running up the numbers ’til we get to number one

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I look where I’m at now, we ain’t in the background
Running through the crowd, real proud, got my hat down
Look at where I’m at now, money come in racks now
Never faked it, look, mama I made it, that’s a fact now

From the trap to this rap s**t, n**ga, immortalized
They sayin’ that I’m weird, nah, certified
I grew up around G’s, shelters and in the P’s
Feeling helpless, on my knees, help us, Lord, please
Remember turnin’ the light on, watchin’ the roaches flee
Used to rock a turtleneck in school, they made fun of me
Used to share sneaks with Meech
Just tryin’ not to make some creases
My moms been deceased
Just tryna live with some peace

No boxes, swear conflict is obnoxious, obnoxious
All that hate you do is toxic, self-made, couple bosses
We got booed, came back, sold out every room
Coachella, one more mixtape, overseas we like The Beatles
Highest n**ga in every city, pay dues
Bonnaroo’s was splittin’ a dollar fifty, I snooze
Still sleep, but our prices are still increasing
Ya geek, and ain’t new to this
Used to dream of this and we eatin’ now

Look what I did, yeah, look what I did
We got money all around us, I’m a legend to these kids now
Look what I done, yeah, how far we come
Keep running up the numbers ’til we get to number one

I look where I’m at now, we ain’t in the background
Running through the crowd, real proud, got my hat down
Look at where I’m at now, money come in racks now
Never faked it, look, mama I made it, that’s a fact now

You the weakest link, I’m one with them Kansas City Chiefs
You say I’m one of one, but my whole course a million n**gas deep
I only see what I want, I struggle for the freedom, too
If you can take portion, be a force, or will you lead ’em to survivin’

Don’t trouble my soul with problems, I got problems of my own
I thought I would weigh my options, but the truth, man, I was wrong
I covered the game with something to say, raised in the slums and I bumped in the Bay
Rollin’ me in and I’m pullin’ the pin while you grip the grenade

I’m a big boy, she suck me up and rub my six pack
N**gas sell millions, make millions, never give back
Bone crushers, them copper tops that leave your ribs cracked
Born in the trenches, boy, my first words was Click, clack
Revenges, outsmarting forensics
Relentless intentions until the top spot is relinquished
Boy, your top spot my hit list, sweet tastin’ revenge

Victory, this s**t’s delicious, take your swig from the bottle
Wipin’ Hennessy off my whiskers
Hit the block, chop it up, bag it ’til your fingers blister
Tag his toe, dig ’em ditches, clean knife but dirty pistol, woah
Shoot his lights out, pass the pistol like a give-and-go
Last time out but I don’t need a coat
Splash brothers, wet ’em up
Hit every sibling and half brother
You’re dead as f**k, dead as f**k

Yeah, my orange box cutter, keep the world on rotation
Hitchcock, Leatherface and Freddy, Jason
Blood-soaked clothes, mildew in my basement
Look what I did, what I done just to make it
Huh, just to make it
Look what I did, what I done just to make it

Look what I did, yeah, look what I did
We got money all around us, I’m a legend to these kids now
Look what I done, yeah, how far we come
Keep running up the numbers ’til we get to number one

I look where I’m at now, we ain’t in the background
Running through the crowd, real proud, got my hat down
Look at where I’m at now, money come in racks now
Never faked it, look, mama I made it, that’s a fact now…

➤ Written by Michael “Seven” Summers, Zombie Juice, Erick the Architect, Meechy Darko, Jehry Robinson & Tech N9ne
Album: Enterfear
Produced by Michael “Seven” Summers
Tech N9ne | Flatbush Zombies | Jehry Robinson | 2020

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