paroles de chanson No Label - Wxlf

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