Let It Be Known

[Intro: Snoop Doggy Dogg (Sampled)]
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 shit 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 motherfuckers, sucks 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 & Hau]
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.

[Chorus]
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 bastards
I've come home, let it be known
Say that they hungry, boy I been starving

[Verse 2]
Fuck the sugarcoat, the fuck you shoulda known
Thank fuck [?], 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
Fuck 'em all if they thought they could tame me
And live by the words 'fuck 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