[Chorus]

Tell it, all over the world

Why don't you tell it?

[Verse 1]

Yeah, so let me tell it like it is

This that soul food, the shit that stick to your ribs

This for all the women in the single parent crib

Nine to five at the gig to provide for the kids

Know I'm rootin' for you, I see you handlin' biz

Ain't worryin' 'bout that nigga, and how he managin' his

Shit, you got a plan and you plan to stick to it

So even with your feelings stuck you can't quit movin'

This for the niggas tryna make it with they music

Put they soul in this shit, and then pray that people choose it

And you don't do this shit for all ratin's and the viewin's

So it mean a lot when niggas relate and say you the truest

It's a beautiful sign, you stay true to your grind

That missed out on many a meals to pay for studio time

Just tryna get you a spot, niggas spit from the heart

Just to put it out and have the vultures pick it apart

And nobody don't believe it 'til you hittin' the mud

But you the only one that knew that you was sick from the start

So congrats, but now it's time for you to swim with the sharks

And perhaps one day you'll have a song that live on the charts

Go from sellin' a verse for the same amount as a whole thing

To a house owned in Spain, from being a household name

Maybe you become a slave to clout and the fame

Or do like Cobain and go out with a bang

[Chorus]

Tell it, all over the world

Why don't you tell everywhere?

Everywhere, everywhere you go

Why don't you tell it?

[Verse 2]

Must I tell these fuckers again

Only got a couple of friends

I seen too much to pretend

Suffer with them, that shit there will toughen your skin

Holes in your shirt when it wasn't a trend

Rose from the dirt, had to hustle and sin

Got some bros on some shirts, and my cuz in the pen

Because of the pen my trajectory shot up

Profited off my prophecies, turned myself to a product

Intellectual property, perpetuated my plot to escape poverty

The opps can't bother me (Hah)

They sent shots but they did not aim properly

Niggas is lame, probably

Not stand up guys, they frame wobbly (Uh)

These labels can't stomach the fact

That I ain't need they lil' advances just to run up a sack

I headed the pack, unapologetically black

To be where I'm at, I deserve a pat on the back

[Chorus]

Tell it, all over the world

Why don't you tell everywhere?

Everywhere, everywhere you go

Why don't you tell it to that lyin' man?

[?] Jesus [?]

Oh why don't you-