A-K, Ok, Ok, Ok, Ok

(A-K, Ok, Ok, Ok, Ok)

I was running with the set (yeah)

Running with the set (yeah)

We don't ever flex, we just rep

Hear me, no, what did you expect? (what did you expect?)

I don't need respect

I'm the threat (ah)

Tell em I'm so free I got no chains on me

I'm so free I got no chains homie

Nappy hair, nappy hair, no shame, homie

I'm so free I got no chains on me

I'm so free I got no chains on me

I'm so free I got no chains on me

I'm so free I got no chains homie

I'm so free I got

Running through the, aye

Right back where I started with it (aye)

I've been on since college with it (aye)

They hit the club, I hit religion (aye)

Jesus, Jesus I'll admit it (aye)

I just give 'em livin' raps (aye)

You just give 'em Insta snaps (aye)

Do we need another post? (aye)

You insecure, you do the most

My side we revive God through the WiFi

T'Challa partner, never colonize 'round of high-fives for the top guys

Made us dangerous

Aim to bust, flame to dust, every idol bring to us, gangs of us

Trained to trust, the name that's blood stained on us, Christ gained us

I was running with the shade yeah

I was running through with chains yeah

We don't flex, we invest hear me, yeah

This is what you get, yeah

I don't need respect

I'm the threat

Tell em I'm so free I got no chains homie

I'm so free I got no chains on me

Nappy hair, nappy hair, no shame, homie

I'm so free I got no chains on me

I'm so free I got no chains

Look at my neck

No chains, no shame, rapper

Yeah come get your opinion, it don't matter

Money or the faith, I chose the latter

Ohh, I can see them trying to keep us on the outside now

We pull up and watch you scatter, yeah

Running through the woo (aye)

Heaven got a playlist

I promise that's my favorite placement (woo)

Faithful over famous

Yeah faithful over famous

New rappers that's sure to blow are really drug addicts with a studio

You gotta pop pills on the usual then that paradise ain't really coolio

If your world is really that flame then why you always high

Tryna to escape?

Gram flexin' that's too fake and them money phones really money loans

And that real life is you coming home

Empty house and a heart of stone

Bad chick super savage but for a bigger bag she movin' on

Oh yeah you making moves but these folks don't really love you

Industry only love dudes that they can use, don't get confused

Interviews that don't tip toe

Go on take down my info

His glory that's simple

Riding around with that tempo

That's liberal that's conservative

That's charismatic and reformed too

My wife happy and Jesus love me ain't nothing left to conform to

Haha(no chains on me, I got no chains on me)

I was running with the set

Running with the set

We don't ever flex we just rep

Hear me, what did you expect?

I don't need respect

I'm the threat

Tell em I'm so free I got no chains on me

I'm so free I got no chains homie

Nappy hair, nappy hair, no shame, homie

I'm so free I got no chains on me