作曲 : Natalie Sims/Michael David Foster/Kevin Burgess 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
作曲 : Natalie Sims/Michael David Foster/Kevin Burgess 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
