Dolce

Don't need no reputation

This is the unshallow

Surely over your highs

Don't need no reputation

I'm 'bout to quit my part-time for my full-time

Just pray I'll make enough to buy my own piece of turf

Just lay in bed 'til nine A.M. on Saturday morning

A hundred K on a purse, who cares if you could afford it?

I pray I sell out arenas, gold chains and Adidas

I never sell out my soul, just tryna tell you 'bout Jesus

I had a taste, more money, a little slice of the fame

The Book of Life, or my name written in lights in the same?

Don't need no reputation

This is the unshallow

Surely over your highs

Don't need no reputation

Oooooh ooooooooh

Da-da-da-daaa, ah

Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, oh

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy-ayy

Don't need no reputation

This is the unshallow

Surely over your highs

Don't need no reputation

(Oooooh ooooooooh)

Da-da-da-daaa, ah

Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, oh

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy-ayy