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

Strugglin' and I didn't really have nothing
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 Nikes 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 murks 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 a 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's (lock and load)
Forgot how many times they tell me I'm Forbes
We sell, we encore, and 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
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 fake the 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 Gs, shelters and in the Ps
Feeling helpless, hold my knees, helpless, 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 beats
No boxes, swear conflict is obnoxious, obnoxious
All that hate you do is toxic, self-made couple of bosses
We got booed, came back, sold out every room
Coachella, one more mixtape, overseas we're like The Beatles (trippy)
Ah, yes, nigga, in every city, pay dues
Bonnaroos 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 every evenin' 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
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 fake the look, mama I made it, that's a fact now
You're 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 could take a 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 boss, 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 taste of 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, whoa
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 on 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
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 fake the look, mama I made it, that's a fact now