Okay, okay, okay, okay, you ready? Yeah, EZ Moreno, papi loco, back to work, come and see me Got a taste of fame, but the flavor didn't intrigue me I am never gassed up, my drive been an EV Compliments a Halloween trick when they treat me Trippin', live in Fiji, peekin' at the cheat sheet IQ wanna beat me, I am not competing Love it when they throw the salt, I add it to my seasoning I don't argue credit, homie, you can have it freely My father sees me, and my glory comin' I don't need a nominee seat Anointed me with oil, yeah, yeah, I'm talkin' greasy Black gay of one energy, they try to crease me Boy, this way too easy Y'all don't know that KB who I was back in BC My ex-man was a Wolverine, I marveled that he freed me Used to wanna roll in double R's, Puerto Rican speech Up in PR, couple sweethearts sippin' rum and kiwi I would live for the dreams of the top, believe me I was woken up, I couldn't speak, I heard the king's speech Christ Jesus, got me through this bittersweetly I was down to die for this, so cancelin' is easy Did this * for years, even when no one respected it All these knives in my back, I'd probably build a set with it Healing set up backwards, so I don't stay upset with it Crossin' for the crown, yeah, I already accepted it Suffer for his rights and honor, I am out here flexin' it You went way too Hollywood, what are you doing, press with it How you yawning, God who made the stars do instant messages God is in control, his grace, there ain't no manifestin' it K to the second, I put my name on it, it's KB Six-two when I'm praying, on my knees, I look like 8 feet That's Jehovah knees, see the serpents underneath me I was down to die for this, your threats are way too Come on, man, that's so easy Okay, yeah, yeah, yeah Okay, easy, more than no papi, loco Back to work, come and see me Got a taste of fame, but the flavor didn't intrigue me I'm never gassed up, the squad an EV I'ma tell your vision every time I'm on your TV Keep the P&L, the balance of my soul increasing ACA the law, and I'm just rolling through the precinct In Atlanta for the weekend, come and reach me Sipping peach tea on Peachtree, it's me and Creasy Woo, yeah, I was down to die for this, apologies The unfollowing, that's a Bahama breeze You can't cancel God, is that a comedy? KB, KB, they gon' kick you out, and I'm like, probably I can't be PC, computer on my free speech I ain't talking DC, I'm talking Phyllis Wheatley And with the pen defy the whole world, you can be free Loving Jesus, yoke is light, and the burden easy