KB - DNOU

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Woke up, glow up, yeah
A lot of y’all still don’t know us, so what?
Nothin' but Satan, no love, get no love
But ain’t talk, that’s my bonus
But my quota, (What's that?)
Boy, don’t nobody own us
HGA that’s the law, yeah
Spurgeon with the Baldwin
Commas way after callin'
Patrick Ewing in the Garden
Goin' for my people starvin'
Keepin' up with no Joneses
Generous with my goal, yeah
Boy, don’t nobody own us
Squad needed merch so we bought our own shop
Free as my own hair, but I got it on lock
Counted our loss, counted our loss
Excuse me, I’m just tryna trust God
Finished all my lab, did it there for the money
God said had to write it on the check
Don’t nobody own us
This right here ain’t a loaner
I move forward, too focus
All out of games, no tokens
No token, what’s that?
Boy, don’t nobody own us
Bet the bag on myself, yeah
Bet the bag on myself, yeah
Bet the bag on myself, yeah
Boy, don’t nobody own us
Bet the bag on myself, yeah
In a lane with myself, yeah
In a lane with myself, yeah
Boy, don’t nobody
No nonsense, (No nonsense?)
Yeah
I taught KBj no nonsense, yeah
Don’t you ever skip my process
Does it honor God and conscience?
You owe nothin' but your love man
Boy, do what you want man
Was trappin' out apartments
Now I’m takin' off on Tarmacs
Don’t be driven by a contract
Have your lawyer check the CARFAX
Not amazed with contact
There ain’t nothin' that my God lacks
I don’t need none of your star stats
I was good way before rap
Wrote these so my God claps
Hall of Fame, where my guards at?
Hip-Hop won’t involve this
Radio hasn’t bought this
Way, way too exhausted
To tap dance for your profits
I’m in love with my core fans
Only die before the door slams
Write free on my coffin
Christ rules with my content
Race, faith, and devotion
Free sons and the daughters
Free sons and the daughters
Boy, don’t nobody
I’m in my bag, I’m back to back compassionate
With a faster whip, with a fashion sense
Don’t try to tell me how to act in this
I’m black and rich and a Nazareth
And passages attached to Him
That’ll activist with a dash of wrist
But I’m back to biz, and packs of kids
And the facts are lit, get back on the fact that is
The master is back in this
Cannot fathom this, born again
Only one manumit
Woke up, show love
A lot of y’all still don’t know us, so what?
He said death can’t hold us
Nah, I’ma tell ya’ll my motive
Boy, don’t nobody own us
Back to back with myself, yeah
Bet the bag on myself, yeah
Bet the bag on myself, yeah
Boy, don’t nobody own us
In a lane with myself, yeah
In a lane with myself, yeah
In a lane with myself, yeah
Boy, don’t nobody us