I SAID WHAT I SAID Lyrics

I said what I said, I'm top 5

Whoever don't agree, that's you know

Your opinion, but uh i'ma just go out

And play my game

Look, If I ain't in your top 5 then your list is fucked

Trigga what's up?

Niggas made it from the back of the bus

Straight to the front

Used to front, like I had it

Before I actually got it

Know my project for my niggas who still is stuck in the projects

Who the hottest? Nigga point em out

I shun em out, niggas run they mouth

I run the south

Niggas could vouch, if you can't

Then that's cool too

Aye tell XXL I went to school too

What would you do if you knew the shit that I knew?

I do this shit for my blood like I'm piru

The flow water like bayou, no caillou

But I been balling forever

Through all the endeavors

Regardless I'm better

That hardest that's ever

Touched a microphone, can hear it in my voice

They fucking with my shit like they ain't have a choice uh

Got me fighting ghost before the Rolls-Royce

I was pulling foreigns, my latest that thing is so moist

Way before gunna know I was pushing p's

Them niggas talking crazy but what the fuck could they do to me?

Fuck your watch could give a fuck about that jewelry

You say spitting facts but my nigga that shit ain't true to me, yea

I told them I was nice and niggas doubted

Niggas clouted up for nothing I promise I been surrounded

By some real niggas

Trill niggas

Ville niggas

What's the deal nigga?

Aye let me tell you how I feel nigga

Look, lost my nigga to jail living in hell

Rather die before I fail

My soul never gone sell

The flow wavy as hell

You know you crazy as hell

If you think you fucking with me

Come show me, word to Chappelle

No joke

I got this shit by the throat compete with myself

Take a nigga life myself he try impeding my wealth

Done felt how it feel from stressing out over bills

Been climbing lauryn hills

While dreaming bout touring deals but still

My heart cold, more drive than forest hills

Ain't waiting on me no deal

They gotta deal with the skills

I'm Kobe, you Shaq for real

You posting, I'm tryna kill

These rappers, Chicago drill

My uncle know how I feel

About this rap shit, we had a talk about it

And if its bout that paper know I'm all about it

And fuck a critic shit I live it you just blog about it

Said fuck a critic bitch I live it you just blog about it bitch

Yeah, pussy