Tell It

Lyrics

[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-