KB – Dnou


Counted our loss, counted our loss
Woke up, glow up, yeah
Boy, don’t nobody own us
A lot of y’all still don’t know us
[Hook]
In a lane with myself, yeah
Only die before the door slams
Bet the bag on myself, yeah
Generous with my goal, yeah
[Hook]
But I’m back to biz, and packs of kids
No token, what’s that?
So what?
Hip-Hop won’t involve this
Yeah
But my quota, what’s that?
That’ll activist with a dash of wrist

Don’t you ever skip my process
Commas way after callin’
Boy, don’t nobody own us
Only one manumit
And passages attached to Him
Bet the bag on myself, yeah
There ain’t nothin’ that my God lacks
Free sons and the daughters
But ain’t talk, that’s my bonus
Was trappin’ out apartments

[Verse 2]
A lot of y’all still don’t know us
Bet the bag on myself, yeah
Don’t be driven by a contract
In a lane with myself, yeah
I’m in my bag, I’m back to back compassionate
Goin’ for my people starvin’
Boy, don’t nobody own us
Bet the bag on myself, yeah
Boy, don’t nobody us
Boy, don’t nobody own us
Don’t try to tell me how to act in this

I was good way before rap
Free sons and the daughters
I don’t need none of your star stats
Boy, don’t nobody own us
Wrote these so my God claps
Write free on my coffin
Does it honor God and conscience?
[Pre-Hook]
Bet the bag on myself, yeah
Radio hasn’t bought this
To tap dance for your profits
He said death can’t hold us

Nothin’ but Satan, no love, get no love
Don’t nobody own us
Boy, don’t nobody
I’m in love with my core fans
This right here ain’t a loaner
[Verse 1]

Nah, I’ma tell ya’ll my motive

Woke up, show love

In a lane with myself, yeah
No nonsense, (No nonsense?)
And the facts are lit, get back on the fact that is
Patrick Ewing in the garden
Christ rules with my content
HGA that’s the law, yeah
Spurgeon with the Baldwin
Boy, do what you want man
Can’t fathom this, born again
God said had to write it on the check
Boy, don’t nobody
[Hook]

Squad needed merch so we bought our own shop
Keepin’ up with no Joneses
Finished all my lab, did it there for the money
I’m black and rich and a Nazareth
Boy, don’t nobody own us
The master is back in this
Race, faith, and devotion
In a lane with myself, yeah
[Pre-Hook]
Bet the bag on myself, yeah
Have your lawyer check the CARFAX
Not amazed with contact
Now I’m takin’ off on Tarmacs
Bet the bag on myself, yeah
You owe nothin’ but your love man
I move forward, too focus
Free as my own hair, but I got it on lock
Hall of Fame, where my guards at?
Excuse me, I’m just tryna trust God
In a lane with myself, yeah
I taught KBJ no nonsense, yeah
So what?
All out of games, no tokens
Way, way too exhausted

With a faster whip, with a fashion sense