No Label

That's right How many, how many selling they souls How many do it from heart? (Ayy) They tryna get me involved (Whoa) They tryna put me in bars (Yeah) I'm in the back of the bus (Woo) I gotta do it for God (Woo) I'm going Lebron in the paint I'm coming for all of the above (Yeah, yeah, yeah) I'm with the dawgs and we back in the stu, huh Thought that you knew, huh I'm with the dawgs, yeah (I'm with the dawgs) What you gon' do? Play with the sticks, yeah (Sticks) Die in the streets (Die in the streets) Cook up that bird with team (Huh) They gotta feast (I gotta feast) I made a beat go bang I couldn't choose the grain I had to make my lane How many, how many? (Hey, okay) Give me my money Give me my money, need it Give me my money Give me my money, need it Give me my money Give me my money, need it Give me my money Give me my money, need it Ain't no label on me, y'all can never hold me Came from nothing homie I don't live for money I was down and hungry Y'all looked at me funny Now I'm going dummy Don't act like you know me Yeah Boy go pay them tithes go pay that ten percent Hating on my flow because it's heaven sent I ain't sign no papers 'cause I'm independent They been only, hm hold up wait Look, running to the top of the game Everybody rushing but the drive ain't the same I will never sell or give my soul for the fame Labels tryna clown us put 'em all into shame They just wanna hit me on my line I don't want you wasting all my time I'm just tryna show 'em how to grind But all they wanna do is take my shine When I pull up, I drop top I'm tryna pop pop Going up non stop Baby won't stop stop (Hey stop!) You gotta watch the growth Yeah I been taking notes I been up chasing G.O.A.T.s Wait 'till the clip unloads We not the same I promise, I promise my brother you doing too much Stay in your lane they hope that I'll fall off okay I guess I had enough