I Told You/ Another One lyrics

Part I: I Told You

[Verse 1]
It's the year 2008, I'm getting kicked up out the crib
Steady contemplating where the f*ck I'm 'bout to live
Mama died same year my sister had the kid
It was either feed the fam or get killed
So a n*gga said f*ck it
Five of us puttin' up for one room, landlord straight buggin'
Roaches on the ceiling, living room straight thuggin'
Should've been left but the trap stayed bunkin', n*gga, yeah yeah, Big time, big time
Ring so swole you would think it did time
Swear I told you n*ggas for the fifth time
I'ma get mine, yeah
I got a ring so big, call the sh*t big time
She don't wanna f*ck me, man, that b*tch lyin'
I've been on the get a billion dollar, rich grind
In the studio, I'm skating like a inline
Sorry I went Kristi Yamaguchi with the dope
Teachers called me stupid, now I'm stupid with the flow
Stupid with the whip game, stupid bankroll
Stupid ass n*gga, getting stupid paid shows
I've been on the road
Now a n*gga know my way around, yeah yeah
Big time, cuban chain weigh me down, yeah yeah
Flying private, I could turn the plane around, yeah yeah
These n*ggas p*ssy that we stayed around, yeah yeah
Part II: Another One

[Chorus]
Hop in another one, n*gga
Get back in another one, n*gga
Then back in another one, n*gga, woah
Hop in another one, n*gga
We back with another one, n*gga
Came back in another one, n*gga, woah
I told, I told you all
I know I'ma get mine
I told, I told you all
I know, I know
Hop in another one, n*gga
Then hop out another one, n*gga
Then back in another one, n*gga, woah
Hop in another one, n*gga
We back with another one, n*gga
Then back in another one, n*gga, woah

[Verse 2]
My wrist is froze like Kristi Yamaguchi
Skating on 'em, Kristi Yamaguchi
We wash a n*gga talkin' at us loosely
Skating on 'em, Kristi Yamaguchi
Uh, you love the sound, uh, don't f*ck around, nah
458, I dropped it in the winter
Big homie asked a n*gga what I'm down for
Looked him in the eye and said to do it 'til I'm bigger than ya
I'm whopping xans off, kicked out the house in Brampton
Had a n*gga trappin' out in Danforth
Taking TTC to get the figures, just me and my little n*gga
Ain't have no hittas with us
Was with the thugs, dealers, plugs, killers with slugs
All my n*ggas was plugs, all my b*tches was dubs
Left me out when I was tryna make it did what it does
Can't forget about the drought when they put six in my plug
Only thing I gotta do is get my mom out the mud
Only thing I gotta do is get it poppin' and blow it
Only thing I gotta do is hit my wrist with the soda
n*ggas thought it was over, but b*tch I live by the slogan
I told you
[Chorus]
Hop in another one, n*gga
Get back in another one, n*gga
Then back in another one, n*gga, woah
Hop in another one, n*gga
We back with another one, n*gga
Came back in another one, n*gga, woah
I told, I told you all
I know I'ma get mine
I told, I told you all (Fargo)
I know, I know

[Verse 3]
It's a 70/30 chance I won't f*ck with you n*ggas
It's a 70/30 chance I might f*ck up them digits
In the bottom where them n*ggas they ain't f*ck with you, n*gga
Now you're up and they feel like they should be up with you, n*gga
I remember nights when I was starving and hungry and ballin' and bummy
And busted cause my car wasn't running and woah
Doggy, all I want is a onion
The game it was callin' me audibly like someone confronted, but no
n*ggas never gave a n*gga nothing
f*ck I look like giving n*ggas something?
Made 100K this week, that's on my dead mama
Spend a 117 and I ain't even know it
Dawg I swear my coldest nights it wasn't even snowing
Mama told me since a youngin' I would be a soldier
I played the watch out on the block you used to see me scopin'
Respect the shooters that said "Youngin' go, we about to blow this"
[Chorus]
Hop in another one, n*gga
Then hop out another one, n*gga
Then back in another one, n*gga, woah
Hop in another one, n*gga
We back with another one, n*gga
Then back in another one, n*gga, woah
I told, I told you all
I know I'ma get mine
I told, I told you all
I know, I know

[Beat Changes]

[Verse 4]
It's the year 2009 and I done found myself a crib
I ain't got no dough, but I done found myself a b*tch
Dollars and success is what my n*ggas tryna get
Young as f*ck but fake ID gon' get me in the VIP
I done said f*ck school, f*ck the teachers and the public
I'd rather count this money with the thuggers and the junkies
The teachers used to tell me "Boy you ain't gon' 'mount to nothin'"
The only love I felt was from the dealers and the hustlers
We gon' do the most, so tell them n*ggas GABOS
Seen my n*gga Harvey, he went and copped him a Ghost
Through the windshield, the centerfold on the door
Ten below on you hoes, getting dough on you folks
Getting dough on these fours, gettin' money it show
These checks are looking silly, I'm gettin' funny on hoes
Funny how I'm stuntin' in somethin' flooded in stones
Put them hunnids on hold, put them runners on go
Secure the bag