KB – Dnou

Keepin’ up with no Joneses
There ain’t nothin’ that my God lacks
Don’t be driven by a contract
Boy, don’t nobody own us
He said death can’t hold us
This right here ain’t a loaner
In a lane with myself, yeah
Hip-Hop won’t involve this

HGA that’s the law, yeah
No nonsense, (No nonsense?)
Free sons and the daughters
Bet the bag on myself, yeah
In a lane with myself, yeah
Boy, don’t nobody
In a lane with myself, yeah
And the facts are lit, get back on the fact that is
With a faster whip, with a fashion sense
[Pre-Hook]
Woke up, glow up, yeah

But I’m back to biz, and packs of kids

The master is back in this
Free as my own hair, but I got it on lock
All out of games, no tokens
Bet the bag on myself, yeah
You owe nothin’ but your love man
No token, what’s that?
I was good way before rap
And passages attached to Him
Don’t you ever skip my process
God said had to write it on the check
So what?
A lot of y’all still don’t know us
Patrick Ewing in the garden
Have your lawyer check the CARFAX
Was trappin’ out apartments

[Verse 1]
Radio hasn’t bought this
[Pre-Hook]
A lot of y’all still don’t know us
Boy, don’t nobody us
Way, way too exhausted
Bet the bag on myself, yeah
I’m in my bag, I’m back to back compassionate
Generous with my goal, yeah
In a lane with myself, yeah
Boy, don’t nobody own us
Bet the bag on myself, yeah

Boy, don’t nobody own us
So what?
[Hook]
Not amazed with contact
Race, faith, and devotion
To tap dance for your profits
Bet the bag on myself, yeah
I move forward, too focus
I’m black and rich and a Nazareth
Boy, don’t nobody own us
Goin’ for my people starvin’
Finished all my lab, did it there for the money
[Hook]
But my quota, what’s that?
Don’t nobody own us
Boy, don’t nobody
Does it honor God and conscience?
Only die before the door slams
Can’t fathom this, born again

[Hook]
Only one manumit

Wrote these so my God claps
Squad needed merch so we bought our own shop
I taught KBJ no nonsense, yeah
[Verse 2]
Counted our loss, counted our loss
Christ rules with my content
Woke up, show love

Free sons and the daughters
I’m in love with my core fans
Commas way after callin’
Write free on my coffin
Boy, don’t nobody own us
I don’t need none of your star stats
Nothin’ but Satan, no love, get no love
Excuse me, I’m just tryna trust God
Bet the bag on myself, yeah
Yeah
Boy, don’t nobody own us

Hall of Fame, where my guards at?
Bet the bag on myself, yeah
In a lane with myself, yeah
Boy, do what you want man
Don’t try to tell me how to act in this
Spurgeon with the Baldwin
That’ll activist with a dash of wrist
Now I’m takin’ off on Tarmacs
But ain’t talk, that’s my bonus
Nah, I’ma tell ya’ll my motive