"Had To" lyrics
Ah look at what you made me do
Trigger finger inching looking for a fix
My current mood on some money-making Mitch
Don't give a fuck if it don't get really rich!
Ah shit look what you made me do
Bought AR rifles for a duck-duck goose
In the coupe, color butternut-squash soup
I am the one
I got the game in the choke too
Shit. Look what you made me do
Got out pocket, now his story on the news
Go 'head and pop it. This a million-dollar move
We play for keeps, he think we playing by the rules
I need some fine shit to use 'em as a muse
We in the pent. I spend a grip just for the views
Quiet as kept the elephant is in the room
Feel like it's me versus myself. I got a lot to prove
A lot to lose
They ain't fitting in my kinda shoes
My people counting me daily. Gotta shake and move
I can't assume I'm only fucking with who fuck with me
I sent up prayers for my haters and my enemies
Been really healing from the trauma. I got wicked ways
Whenever life would give me lemons, I made lemonade
Whenever niggas wanted smoke, bitch, I was center stage
I feel like Eminem and Hov. I'm a renegade
I'm Deerfield to the grave
That's where I was raised
And ever since I lost my dog, shit don't feel the same
Hope I'm forgiving my sins, wipe away shame
This shit get treacherous, when tryna navigate game
The game
Ah look at what you made me do
Trigger finger inching looking for a fix
My current mood on some money-making Mitch
Don't give a fuck, if it don't get really rich!
Ah shit look what you made me do
Bought AR rifles for a duck-duck goose
In the coupe, color butternut-squash soup
I am the one
I got the game in the choke too
Shit. What you made me do
Shit. What you made me do
Trigger finger inching looking for a fix
My current mood on some money-making Mitch
Don't give a fuck if it don't get really rich!
Ah shit look what you made me do
Bought AR rifles for a duck-duck goose
In the coupe, color butternut-squash soup
I am the one
I got the game in the choke too
Shit. Look what you made me do
Got out pocket, now his story on the news
Go 'head and pop it. This a million-dollar move
We play for keeps, he think we playing by the rules
I need some fine shit to use 'em as a muse
We in the pent. I spend a grip just for the views
Quiet as kept the elephant is in the room
Feel like it's me versus myself. I got a lot to prove
A lot to lose
They ain't fitting in my kinda shoes
My people counting me daily. Gotta shake and move
I can't assume I'm only fucking with who fuck with me
I sent up prayers for my haters and my enemies
Been really healing from the trauma. I got wicked ways
Whenever life would give me lemons, I made lemonade
Whenever niggas wanted smoke, bitch, I was center stage
I feel like Eminem and Hov. I'm a renegade
I'm Deerfield to the grave
That's where I was raised
And ever since I lost my dog, shit don't feel the same
Hope I'm forgiving my sins, wipe away shame
This shit get treacherous, when tryna navigate game
The game
Ah look at what you made me do
Trigger finger inching looking for a fix
My current mood on some money-making Mitch
Don't give a fuck, if it don't get really rich!
Ah shit look what you made me do
Bought AR rifles for a duck-duck goose
In the coupe, color butternut-squash soup
I am the one
I got the game in the choke too
Shit. What you made me do
Shit. What you made me do
