DNOU

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
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 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