Burna Boy – I Told Them ft. GZA Lyrics

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I Told Them Lyrics Burna Boy ft. GZA off Burna Boy “I Told Them…”

One, two, three, woah
Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you, you
I told them (Yeah, yeah, yeah, you, you)
I told them (You, you, yeah, yeah, yeah, you, you)
Hmm-mmm (You, you, yeah, yeah, yeah, you, you)
I told them, woah (Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you, you)

I told them I’m a genius, I had to show them what the meaning is
Hundred thousand hands, where the ceiling is?
I told them I’m the highest, with the drip, I’m the flyest
Hundred thousand hands, where the sky is?
Told ’em I’m amazing, they told me I was crazy
Nothing ever changed
I told ’em I’m a giant, real African giant
Self-confident, self-reliant
Told ’em I’m the monster, they told me I wouldn’t prosper
I tell them so they impostor, tell them man they joke you
So we can stop smoking you, I be that one you
Me at the field, pain, but I move forward and I switch lanes
Because not the nickname
They say , I told them I’m big Safu
Put ’em for your body in a split second
Put me on your song, it’s a hit record
If I put you on, you a rich nigga
Yes, I told them, I told them I’m a born winner
I stay humble, because I’m a born sinner
I told them that I was the realest
For some reason they didn’t believe it, so here we are

(Ooh-ah-ah)
I told them from the start (Ooh-ah-ah)
Right from the very start (Ooh-ah-ah)
I told them, I told them, ah-ah
I told them they were gonna see this
For some reason they didn’t believe it, so here we are
(Ooh-ah-ah)
I told them from the start (Ooh-ah-ah)
Right from the very start (Ooh-ah-ah)
I told them, I told them, ah-ah
I told them they were gonna see this
For some reason they didn’t believe it, so here we are

Which one of you is the other?
I wanna join the attempt
We shine like that travels and waves that are unbelievable
Distance and days
Radio, micro, infrared and ultraviolet
Picture so beautiful, I had to film the pilot
Coined a new grand of philosophy
That form images in your mind, quite different from photography
Anointed few, a point of view of the thinkers
No pitch, that’s a glitch full of hook lines, and sinkers
The way the wise look at light, the manner of the thoughtful
There is no benefit if it’s not resourceful
Four to five, the observers, they get something from it
It become routine, been there and done it
I’m in a place where perception is developed
If you can’t walk on these shoes, then your feet would swell up
A medium by which thoughts are made clear
Beneath the surface, but only hurting the inner ear