[Pre-Chorus]

Woke up, glow up, yeah

A lot of y'all still don't know us, so what?

Nothin' but Saints here, Nola, get no love

But hate talk, that's my bonus

For my quota, (What's that?)

[verse 1]

Boy, don’t nobody own us

HGA that's the law, here

Spurgeon with the Baldwin

Commas way after callin'

Patrick Ewing in the Garden

Groin' for my people starvin'

Keepin' up with no Joneses

Generous with my goal, yeah

Boy, don’t nobody own us

[Verse 1]

Squad needed merch so we bought our own shop

Free as my own hair, but I got it on lock

Count it all loss, count it all loss

Excuse me, I'm just tryna trust God

Finished off my last bit of debt, before the money

Got sent 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?

[Chorus]

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

Back to back with myself, yeah

In a lane with myself, yeah

In a lane with myself, yeah

Boy, don't nobody

No nonsense, (No nonsense?)

Yeah

[Verse 2]

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

I want fame where my God's 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

Hold it down before the door slams

Write free on my coffin

Christ rules on my content

Race, faith, and fashion

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 pastorate, with a fashion sense

Don't try to tell me how to act in this

I'm black and rich and in the Nazareth

And passages attached to Him

Little activist with a dash of risk

But I'm back to biz, and impacts some kids

And the facts are lit, the immaculate fact that is

That the master is backin this

Cannot fathom this, born again

Only want manumit

[Pre-Chorus]

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 y'all my motive

[Chorus]

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