SIXFOUR - Let It Be Known lyrics

[Intro: Sample] Y'all don't love us? Y'all don't love us? Well, let it be known! [Verse 1] Let it be known, three years haven't been home The Blacklist done things I could never have known The fact is that sh** was my ticket to Rome Kickin' show after show, got it in on the run Done it all on my own, do it off of my back Put my tribe on my arms, Shep on the map Cause my record on the shelf, counterattack Took that around the country: victory laps I survived bad management, a gamut of brand damagin' Greenhorn motherf**ers, s**s I couldn't handle it Thinkin' that they're slicker than the average I get bumped past the savage, they're tryna play me like a Mandolin You ain't a fan of him, understand that I plan to win Get in the way of that, I peel you back like a Mandarin I planned to drop another joint right away But things change and I didn't quite feel the same [Interlude: Briggs & Interviewer] It's about, you know what I mean, how much can happen in three years. I had my daughter [?] a beautiful thing man And you then you start weighing things up, if you wanna keep on making music. I didn't tell anybody I quit but on the inside I had How'd that make you feel? [?] feel like the sense of you were lost or more of the sense that you were found. That you actually knew? I wasn't happy with the way things were going, you know what I mean? Like, having seen like racist comments, getting to the point where I was like 'who am I making tunes for?', you know what I mean? I had to get back to making music because I liked to make music, but, you know, I'm happy with where I'm at now and that's why I'm making the joints that I'm making cause these are the joints that I wanna make. [Hook] I've come home, let it be known Roll out the red carpet, you done got him started I've come home, let it be known Sound the alarms and warn all the ba*tards I've come home, let it be known Say that they hungry, boy I been starving [Verse 2] f** the sugarcoat, the f** you shoulda known Thank f** [?], let's get back to basics Let's face it, I kept 'em waitin' Coulda quit a dozen times but I miss the stages Didn't wanna make joints for a racist playlist Left a pen on the page, got complacent Like how can they get that from any of my songs? If I'm the white Big you must be mistaken They don't hear the message, they just hear what they want Check my family tree cuz, my roots are ancient As I work on these statements I birth from the basement I pen my thoughts with the course life gave me Dying from what I thought might save me f** 'em all if they thought they could tame me And live by the words 'f** you, pay me' I can change but they'll always paint me In a light that's nice for them So let it be known until then