No Label

Oh, no, no no. Oh no, no, no no
I don't want a label no no. I don't want a label
I don't want a label (Oh no) I don't want a label no no, oh no no

I don't want a label, I don't want a name
I don't give a fuck, I don't care about the fame
Shit is getting ugly, cause you screaming fuck Me
And you said you love Me, but it ain't the same
And they took Chef Kuyler, why you had to die?
Why you had to be a homicide? It was many nights a nigga cried
Cause My nigga in the sky, and My mama found a ounce (Ohh)
She cried but she didn't kick Me out, no
I thank you mom and I'ma make you proud
I swear that's I'ma but you a house, I'ma buy you a house. I was riding out late
Mama didn't know what to do, we was coming home around 2
We was bussin moves, nigga it was Me and My crew
We was sleep in the V, and she didn't have a clue
And My Mama drive the bus now, one day she gon have a bust down
In the field, tryna get a touchdown
Niggas sleep, I'ma wake em up now, I'ma wake em up (Wake em up now)
I don't want a label, and we play wit dracos
Leave you on a shirt with a halo, and I got some killas on a payroll
Do what I say so, for the peso. Boy you better lay low, when I say so
And I look up to the sky (Ohhh) and I ask Myself why?
Why? Kuyler had to die?
Why? Bandana had to go?
Rest In Peace to Uncle Joe and Aunty O
I don't want a label no. We ain't have no cable ohhh
(Oh no no no) I don't want a label no no, oh no no
(Oh no no no) (Ohhhh no)