[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 n***a, 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 n***as 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 n***as 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, n***as 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
N***as 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-