No Label

I know that I'm gone blow up And I don't need no label
Imma do everything I can Everything I'm able
To make sure that my family Good Make sure that they stable
When this bread start coming in I'll put food on the table
Niggas turn they back on you Like Cain did To able
These niggas really telling lies Niggas telling fables
Plugged wit my connect I'm not Talking about cables
Niggas smiling in your face but Deep down really hate you

And I'm not racist
I don't care about color
I'm not racial
But these cops will pull up
Blow our head off give us facials
I know when I cop my brand New crib it's gone be spacial
I talk to Mary Jane like listen Baby I'm gone face you
Take biscotti to the head
I love what it taste like
Told her I don't want that pussy Baby what that face like
I don't fuck wit bricks
So no I don't what them rakes Like
I fuck wit real niggas
So I don't know what them fakes Like
If I see a bag in front of me I Gotta chase it
If I see a Opportunity then imma Take it
I could never ever cuff a bitch that's only basic
Talked to og yesterday I told her Imma make it
And if you do not know my og You don't really know me
Some niggas ain't gone stick wit You
Them niggas not your homies
It's some people in my life
I know so fuckin closely
It's sad to say that
Those the same ones that don't Promote me

I know that I'm gone blow up And I don't need no label
Imma do everything I can Everything I'm able
To make sure that my family good
Make sure that they stable
When this bread start coming in I'll put food on the table
Niggas turn they back on you Like Cain did To able
These niggas really telling lies Niggas telling fables
Plugged wit my connect
I'm not Talking about cables
Niggas smiling in your face
But Deep down really hate you



Credits
Writer(s): Paul Collins
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