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,? there for the money

God said had to write it on the check

Don't nobody own us

This right here ain′t a?

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

Can't 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

Bet the bag on 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