Tech N9ne, Jehry Robinson, Flatbush Zombies - Look What I Did lyrics

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 shit, we was hopeless
Folks just on the broke list
Rogues get loaded and served the
Bogus with a fo' fifth
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 hoes and my partner rose
Out the top of Hip-Hop with a lot of dough
And I got the soul like I'm Pappadeaux
(Lock and load)
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" (Cha)
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
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 shit, nigga
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 (O oh)
We got booed, came back, sold out every room
Coachella, one more mixtape
Overseas we like The Beatles (Trippy)
Highest nigga 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 niggas 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
Niggas 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 shit'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 fuck, dead as fuck
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
(Look what I did) Huh, just to make it
Look what I did, what I done just to make it
(Lil' bitch)

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