Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song DNOU, artist - KB. Album song Today We Rebel, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 19.10.2017
Record label: Reach
Song language: English
DNOU |
| 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, did it there for the money |
| God said 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? |
| 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 |
| Cannot 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 |
| Back to back with 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 |