They Told Me

[Intro:] The economy (the economy) Ah Yeah TITO Y'all know what this is If you don't This is the hunger game baby I know it's been a minute Please excuse my tardiness But you know that's life as an artist I had to sit back and collect my thoughts And get everything together Feels like we winning though right? And I came a long way So ride with me on this one [Verse:Tito] Living my dream Oh yeah nigga still thinking y'all the best Well I guess you live your dream Out on my own I'm Stallone, Cocky Balboa But it's no movie, no winners Some niggas just lose slower I proved I'm a fighter, rider And so poetic Mo' gave me 23, then 23 but most forget it That shit don't bother me I'll probably be dead and burried Before y'all cross O-P-E-Z And fill in legendary But that's in no then And I feel like my work ain't never done Mississippi where I'm from Ain't nothing you can do to me These white folks ain't already done Never run, stand firm Like my feet inside cement And once that shit begin to dry I bet you gon' see what I meant I never drop the ball bitch New years gotta stall switch Team behind me, find me on a way To make us all rich I play like I'm the greatest Cause I am See the ground was shaking Split like an earthquake hit Everywhere I stand I'm the man motherfucker [Hook] And they told me that I couldn't do it I was just on my job they just never knew it Yeah And they told me that I couldn't never be it I already was, they just couldn't see it Huh And they told me I ain't had a spirit This was God's plan, they just ain't wanna hear it And they told me They told me (they told me) They told me (they told me) [Verse 2] And when I'm gone Wait I've been gone I lost my sanity When they handed me this microphone And if I got on without asking nobody For nothing Why can't you do the same And quit fronting like I owe you something Artist stuck and flossing and talking Man I hear that too often Niggas know I've been a threat Since cassettes and them sony walkmans Oh you ballin', ye I know it boss And I bet them kicks you rocking Is fresh out of the box and Yet you still your soul is lost I'm just grinding, feet in dirt And this paper, I've been worth And it's my money, I need it now Pay me that Jay G Wentworth bitch Nigga I put in work bitch All y'all just talk about it Walkin' on water, don't chart it No boat, or walk around it I found it, yeah My voice is what I speak of And I hope you hear it Yeah right through your fucking speakers This shit just feels so good I just don't wanna stop The mission clearly is missionary With me on the top [Hook]