text: I can tell
  I can tell, baby, I can tell
  Ooh, I can tell, baby, I can tell
  You aint told no tales, you aint told no tales
  Yeah, gone out of your way, you know we can tell
  Yeah, I can tell, baby, I can tell
  I can tell, baby, I can tell
  I can tell, baby, I can tell
  I can tell
  I can tell by the night tales and the dry spells
  All the wrong ones and the right things to stay away from
  And how we took off and how we on top
  And how we wont fall, how we going up
  Or how we came up, or how we came up
  It all started in the basement
  Was an attic but we called that shit the basement
  Bass used to break all my momma vases
  Unc shot my first 8 then nigga I probably wasnt eight then
  Always had the gas like I broke wind
  They said my way of making dollars never made sense
  Come take a dive, a waterfall in the deep end
  I can tell you bout the nights out in Fort Bend
  I can tell, baby, I can tell
  I can tell, baby, I can tell
  Yeah, you aint told no tales, you dont—mhm
  I can tell, baby, I can tell
  I can tell, baby, I can tell
  I can tell, baby, I can tell
  I can tell, baby, I can tell 
  No, you dont tell, yeah-ah-ah 
  Yeah, I can tell bout the night tales
  And all the dry wells, and all the long roads
  And all my ideas before the cornrows 
  How we came up and how we came down
  Going donuts, coffee couldnt help now 
  How we zoned out, made it out the wood now
  And what it do when they wanna be your friend now 
  How to get it, how to live and get it in now
  How to go from scraping pockets, making his demand now
  I been impulsive, non-emotional, staying humble bout it 
  Tilt the posture, sick, pass the bottle 
  Five-o-four hot boys
  Minus the bad rap like Silkk the Shocker 
  But Ima pull up the silk, to shock her with the silk
  Nigga, you know I been a rocker, dripping milk and knockers
  Take it up another notcher, take it up another notcher 
  I top a, pop a pill, pop a seal to forget about ya
  Ill bumbaclot you, bumba—bumba—blocka shot ya 
  Bling and bang, a bang a rapper
  Bangarang, I brought my money back
  Orangutan diamonds hangin on my neng-a-lang 
  Bitches hanging on my dang-a-lang 
  I can tell, baby, I can tell 
  I can tell, baby, I can tell 
  Yeah, you got no tales, you aint—mhmm
  I can tell, baby , I can tell 
  I can tell, baby, I can tell 
  I can tell, baby, I can tell 
  I can tell, baby, I can tell 
  No, you dont tell, yeah-ah-ah