Let It Be Known

[Intro: Sample] Y’all don’t love us? Y’all don’t love us? Well, let it be known! [Verse 1: Briggs] 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 gammit of brand damagin' Greenhorn motherfuckers, sucks, I couldn't handle it Thinkin' that they're slicker than the average [?] 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'll peel you back like a Mandarin I plan to drop another joint right away But things change and I never quite feel the same [Interlude] It's about, you know what I mean, how much can happen in three years. I had my daughter Interviewer: [?] 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 Interviewer: [?] feel like the sense of you were lost or more of the sense that you were found. Your reaction? 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: Briggs] Come home, let it be known Roll out the red carpet, you done got him started Come home, let it be known Sound the alarms and warn all the bastards Come home, let it be known Say that they hungry, boy I been starving [Verse 2: Briggs] Fuck the sugarcoat, the fuck you shoulda known Think [?], lets 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 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 [?] with the course life gave me Die 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