Burna Boy – I Told Them Lyrics

 

I Told Them Lyrics

 

One, two, three, whoa
Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yo, yo
I told them
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yo, yo
I told them
Yo, yo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yo, yo
Hmm-mmm
Yo, yo, yeah, yeah, yeah, yo, yo
I told them, whoa
Ah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yo, yo

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
Nothin’ ever changed
I told ’em I’m a giant, real African giant
Self-confident, self-reliant
Told ’em I’m the master, they told me I wouldn’t prosper
I tell them, say them be bastard
Tell them dem they joke yioo
So make I stop smoking yioo, abi dem wan jonze oo
Me, I dey feel pain, but I move forward and I switch lanes
Because Odogwu no be nickname
They say, “Who be this person?”, I told them I’m Big 7
Put am 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 n****
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 abbot?
I wanna join the temple

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
Fortified, 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 hurt in the inner ear