CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Told You So
Now I gotta say I told you so
Now I gotta say I should have known
Because you showed who you are
And now I’m glad
I found out …
This goes out to
Anybody thinking that we wasn’t gon make it
Your lack of motivation only made my pen amazing
I can see your cynicism
I’m a product of the system
Done took Every single program
Even focus on the victim
Yet I fight recidivism
Haters at the line of scrimmage
Look like brothers from a distance
Tone of conversation
Would suggest a different vintage
We got somethings in common
But it surely isn’t bytches
We live two different lives and we can see that in our picturеs
To compare us is pathetic
I been praying cause shе thick
And yea I struggle with a fetish
While you n***as Over 30
And still struggle with phonetics
A Buick on some 20s is the shyt you n***as cherish
I’m astounded
Coming for the crown they thing I’m wildn
Til I step inside the cyper
And then Soulja Boi their challenge
So perplexing
Nothing in your lyrics says impressive
I just listen to your bars
And pray to Gawd they punch the session
It’s amazing - the space between the talent getting wider
All you n***as sound the same
And join a gang
Where is your father
No direction
The tendencies of pheens but think you flexing
Lord I wish I was Picasso
I would alter your complexion- no perceptions
Judging from your face you’re in your feelings
I’d address your F&E’s but there’s some bytches in the building
That would rather conversation over hookah and amaretto
Admiration in their eyes cause my stimulation was mental-
Now I gotta say I told you so
Now I gotta say I should have known
Because you showed who you are
And now I’m glad
I found out …
(V2)
It’s been a while
I think it’s time we have this conversation
You see me smiling
And it’s prolly cause my life amazin
In your feelings
And it’s got you to the point hating
But the measure of a man
Is really bout his patience
And me I got lot it
Power in my presence ....
Okay baby acknowledge it
Pictures on the gram
Just to let you know I polished it
Chocolate by my side
Reading books about Obama bytch
Blocking out distractions
Poolside in Da Prada flips
Flipping thru my past
Appreciate accomplishments
Skipping my regrets
Lord knows I got a lot of it
My mama Gula gula
And father just a lot shyt
Never contemplated how decisions would affect me
Now I got son
And started counting up my blessings
Standing in the mirror more
Think I’m a late bloomer
But I’m in just looking at my scars
Thanking God I made it thru them
Apple Pencil wit the list of the n***as that can’t stand me
Hard to ya’ll go
Considered most of you family
Bout to be a doctor
Lyrically I’m a prodigy
Relationships reveiled that there’s a whole stupid side of me
Mastered getting women
Depression when I would lose ‘em
Find it convoluted looking back at who I’m choosing
Life love & liberty
Only thing I’m chasing after
Shed a lot tears
I’m just happy to experience laughter
_
-Ruger-
Now I gotta say I should have known
Because you showed who you are
And now I’m glad
I found out …
This goes out to
Anybody thinking that we wasn’t gon make it
Your lack of motivation only made my pen amazing
I can see your cynicism
I’m a product of the system
Done took Every single program
Even focus on the victim
Yet I fight recidivism
Haters at the line of scrimmage
Look like brothers from a distance
Tone of conversation
Would suggest a different vintage
We got somethings in common
But it surely isn’t bytches
We live two different lives and we can see that in our picturеs
To compare us is pathetic
I been praying cause shе thick
And yea I struggle with a fetish
While you n***as Over 30
And still struggle with phonetics
A Buick on some 20s is the shyt you n***as cherish
I’m astounded
Coming for the crown they thing I’m wildn
Til I step inside the cyper
And then Soulja Boi their challenge
So perplexing
Nothing in your lyrics says impressive
I just listen to your bars
And pray to Gawd they punch the session
It’s amazing - the space between the talent getting wider
All you n***as sound the same
And join a gang
Where is your father
No direction
The tendencies of pheens but think you flexing
Lord I wish I was Picasso
I would alter your complexion- no perceptions
Judging from your face you’re in your feelings
I’d address your F&E’s but there’s some bytches in the building
That would rather conversation over hookah and amaretto
Admiration in their eyes cause my stimulation was mental-
Now I gotta say I told you so
Now I gotta say I should have known
Because you showed who you are
And now I’m glad
I found out …
(V2)
It’s been a while
I think it’s time we have this conversation
You see me smiling
And it’s prolly cause my life amazin
In your feelings
And it’s got you to the point hating
But the measure of a man
Is really bout his patience
And me I got lot it
Power in my presence ....
Okay baby acknowledge it
Pictures on the gram
Just to let you know I polished it
Chocolate by my side
Reading books about Obama bytch
Blocking out distractions
Poolside in Da Prada flips
Flipping thru my past
Appreciate accomplishments
Skipping my regrets
Lord knows I got a lot of it
My mama Gula gula
And father just a lot shyt
Never contemplated how decisions would affect me
Now I got son
And started counting up my blessings
Standing in the mirror more
Think I’m a late bloomer
But I’m in just looking at my scars
Thanking God I made it thru them
Apple Pencil wit the list of the n***as that can’t stand me
Hard to ya’ll go
Considered most of you family
Bout to be a doctor
Lyrically I’m a prodigy
Relationships reveiled that there’s a whole stupid side of me
Mastered getting women
Depression when I would lose ‘em
Find it convoluted looking back at who I’m choosing
Life love & liberty
Only thing I’m chasing after
Shed a lot tears
I’m just happy to experience laughter
_
-Ruger-
