Biografia:
Three studio releases in and KB is at his creative zenith. For years, the Tampa native has been something of an outlier in hip-hop, firmly placing a thumb print on the game while invoking the power of spiritual conviction. His lyricism is impassioned and astute, and he won’t be bent against his will. Given his commanding presence and consistent output, it comes as no surprise that the world has taken notice. The track “100” from the EP of the same name, took home the Dove Award for Rap/Hip-Hop Song of the Year in 2014.
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Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
[Intro]
Dm Am Em
Am Em
Am
[Pre-Hook]
F
Woke up, glow up, yeah
Em
A lot of y'all still don't know us
Em
So what?
Em
Nothin' but Satan, no love, get no love
F
But ain't talk, that's my bonus
Em
But my quota, what's that?
[Hook]
Em Em
Boy, don’t nobody own us
Dm
HGA that's the law, yeah
Em Dm
Spurgeon with the Baldwin
Dm
Commas way after callin'
Dm
Patrick Ewing in the garden
dm
Goin' for my people starvin'
Dm
Keepin' up with no Joneses
Dm
Generous with my goal, yeah
Em Am
Boy, don’t nobody own us
[Verse 1]
C
Squad needed merch so we bought our own shop
Am C F
Free as my own hair, but I got it on lock
Counted our loss, counted our loss
C
Excuse me, I'm just tryna trust God
C
Finished all my lab, did it there for the money
God said had to write it on the check
Em
Don't nobody own us
Dm Em
This right here ain't a loaner
F Em Em
I move forward, too focus
Dm Em
All out of games, no tokens
F Em
No token, what's that?
[Hook]
Em Dm
Boy, don’t nobody own us
Dm
Bet the bag on myself, yeah
Em Am
Bet the bag on myself, yeah
Dm F
Bet the bag on myself, yeah
Em Dm
Boy, don’t nobody own us
Dm
Bet the bag on myself, yeah
Dm
In a lane with myself, yeah
Dm F
In a lane with myself, yeah
Em
Boy, don't nobody
F C Em
F Em
Am
No nonsense, (No nonsense?)
F C
Yeah
[Verse 2]
Em Dm
I taught KBJ no nonsense, yeah
F Em
Don't you ever skip my process
F Em Dm
Does it honor God and conscience?
Em Dm
You owe nothin' but your love man
F
Boy, do what you want man
Dm
Was trappin' out apartments
Em Dm
Now I'm takin' off on Tarmacs
F Em
Don't be driven by a contract
Dm Em
Have your lawyer check the CARFAX
Am
Not amazed with contact
Am
There ain't nothin' that my God lacks
Dm Em
I don't need none of your star stats
Am
I was good way before rap
Am Em
Wrote these so my God claps
Em
Hall of Fame, where my guards at?
Dm F
Hip-Hop won't involve this
C Am
Radio hasn't bought this
C Em
Way, way too exhausted
Dm
To tap dance for your profits
Am
I'm in love with my core fans
Em
Only die before the door slams
F
Write free on my coffin
Em
Christ rules with my content
Em Dm
Race, faith, and devotion
Em
Free sons and the daughters
Dm
Free sons and the daughters
Em
Boy, don't nobody
Em
I'm in my bag, I'm back to back compassionate
With a faster whip, with a fashion sense
Dm
Don't try to tell me how to act in this
C
I'm black and rich and a Nazareth
Am
And passages attached to Him
That'll activist with a dash of wrist
Em
But I'm back to biz, and packs of kids
Am
And the facts are lit, get back on the fact that is
C
The master is back in this
Can't fathom this, born again
Only one manumit
[Pre-Hook]
Dm F
Woke up, show love
Am Em
A lot of y'all still don't know us
Dm
So what?
Em F Dm
He said death can't hold us
Em F Dm F C
Nah, I'ma tell ya'll my motive
[Hook]
Em Dm
Boy, don’t nobody own us
Dm
Bet the bag on myself, yeah
Em Am
Bet the bag on myself, yeah
Dm F
Bet the bag on myself, yeah
Em Dm
Boy, don’t nobody own us
Dm
Bet the bag on myself, yeah
Dm
In a lane with myself, yeah
Dm F
In a lane with myself, yeah
Em
Boy, don't nobody
Dm Am Em
Am Em
Am
[Pre-Hook]
F
Woke up, glow up, yeah
Em
A lot of y'all still don't know us
Em
So what?
Em
Nothin' but Satan, no love, get no love
F
But ain't talk, that's my bonus
Em
But my quota, what's that?
[Hook]
Em Em
Boy, don’t nobody own us
Dm
HGA that's the law, yeah
Em Dm
Spurgeon with the Baldwin
Dm
Commas way after callin'
Dm
Patrick Ewing in the garden
dm
Goin' for my people starvin'
Dm
Keepin' up with no Joneses
Dm
Generous with my goal, yeah
Em Am
Boy, don’t nobody own us
[Verse 1]
C
Squad needed merch so we bought our own shop
Am C F
Free as my own hair, but I got it on lock
Counted our loss, counted our loss
C
Excuse me, I'm just tryna trust God
C
Finished all my lab, did it there for the money
God said had to write it on the check
Em
Don't nobody own us
Dm Em
This right here ain't a loaner
F Em Em
I move forward, too focus
Dm Em
All out of games, no tokens
F Em
No token, what's that?
[Hook]
Em Dm
Boy, don’t nobody own us
Dm
Bet the bag on myself, yeah
Em Am
Bet the bag on myself, yeah
Dm F
Bet the bag on myself, yeah
Em Dm
Boy, don’t nobody own us
Dm
Bet the bag on myself, yeah
Dm
In a lane with myself, yeah
Dm F
In a lane with myself, yeah
Em
Boy, don't nobody
F C Em
F Em
Am
No nonsense, (No nonsense?)
F C
Yeah
[Verse 2]
Em Dm
I taught KBJ no nonsense, yeah
F Em
Don't you ever skip my process
F Em Dm
Does it honor God and conscience?
Em Dm
You owe nothin' but your love man
F
Boy, do what you want man
Dm
Was trappin' out apartments
Em Dm
Now I'm takin' off on Tarmacs
F Em
Don't be driven by a contract
Dm Em
Have your lawyer check the CARFAX
Am
Not amazed with contact
Am
There ain't nothin' that my God lacks
Dm Em
I don't need none of your star stats
Am
I was good way before rap
Am Em
Wrote these so my God claps
Em
Hall of Fame, where my guards at?
Dm F
Hip-Hop won't involve this
C Am
Radio hasn't bought this
C Em
Way, way too exhausted
Dm
To tap dance for your profits
Am
I'm in love with my core fans
Em
Only die before the door slams
F
Write free on my coffin
Em
Christ rules with my content
Em Dm
Race, faith, and devotion
Em
Free sons and the daughters
Dm
Free sons and the daughters
Em
Boy, don't nobody
Em
I'm in my bag, I'm back to back compassionate
With a faster whip, with a fashion sense
Dm
Don't try to tell me how to act in this
C
I'm black and rich and a Nazareth
Am
And passages attached to Him
That'll activist with a dash of wrist
Em
But I'm back to biz, and packs of kids
Am
And the facts are lit, get back on the fact that is
C
The master is back in this
Can't fathom this, born again
Only one manumit
[Pre-Hook]
Dm F
Woke up, show love
Am Em
A lot of y'all still don't know us
Dm
So what?
Em F Dm
He said death can't hold us
Em F Dm F C
Nah, I'ma tell ya'll my motive
[Hook]
Em Dm
Boy, don’t nobody own us
Dm
Bet the bag on myself, yeah
Em Am
Bet the bag on myself, yeah
Dm F
Bet the bag on myself, yeah
Em Dm
Boy, don’t nobody own us
Dm
Bet the bag on myself, yeah
Dm
In a lane with myself, yeah
Dm F
In a lane with myself, yeah
Em
Boy, don't nobody
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