[Hook: RG]
Let 'em all know, let 'em all know
We're not our mistakes
Letting Mom know, letting Mom know
We are who you raised
I know we don't always end up on the same page
I'm not a saint but I'll walk the gates

[Verse 1: Don Cook]
I took a lot of time to think about this time around
And who I'm introducing to this crown on my head
I honor none of my promises, even if I'm dishonest
Y'all always hop on my Johnson like I'm a star or something, My mom'll hush me I get to talking about my brother
And how I'm nothing compared to all of what he's gotten up to, But part of coming up's parting with
What you're taught at younger ages
I started stuck at the base but now I'm off and running
It's all for one, and I'm one for all in your faces
I took a bump to relate but my faith, it wasn't on crutches
My paint, it wasn't on brushes, I put my love in the days
And I put my trust in the pages, my rage is all but redundant, My prayers are all but reluctant
I went from fucked-up relationships
To loving up my bank, any hesitation is money
Revelations on what I've needed
Got all these people in a shlump because of what I'm speaking
But I agree to run it