No Label - Lord Makhaveli

DY Krazy Ayy, it's so crazy 'Cause I made this song off another nigga feelings Know what I'm sayin'? What he going through with his bitch Know what I'm sayin'? He actually one of my dogs Know what I'm sayin'? So, here you go We ain't talk in a minute, so don't hit me up And I mix my feelings with prescription drugs When I fell to my knees, you ain't pick me up When I was down on my back You said I ain't rich enough And we ain't talk about no sex 'Cause you ain't get it up And I don't want you to suck my dick 'Cause you ain't spit enough You an ungrateful lil' bitch, said I ain't spend enough You told me you want your ass shots 'Cause you ain't thick enough I'm in the trenches with the sharks I ain't have a heart Some nights I ain't wanna talk I left you in the dark You was lurkin' on my page, you became a narc' You was writing bitches back, that shit went too far And I carried you on my back like I ain't have a car You was kinda mad I hang with murderers Bitch, you Instagram famous, but you not a star (Instagram famous, but you not a star) Bitch, I made you Took you out the hood and I saved you While them other niggas tried to play you Bitch, you ungrateful, Bitch, you ungrateful, bitch, you u I ain't want a label I ain't want a label I ain't tryna be your friend Or your man, or your husband I don't want a label You steady throwin' your pussy But I don't want none I got a wife, so after me you gotta fuck Von Then Ikey, then Booka, then it's more fun I kick her out slick as hell, tell her, Store run I know a couple divas, that's still a secret The bitches I made eat it You would not believe it This shit was never easy I move strategic Me and two, three singers, we had a threesome Back to back, fuckin' back to back, off the perky Back to back, told her all them lies I was perfect Always tryna run the streets deep I was thirsty Gotta watch my back, a lot of niggas tryna hurt me That's why I keep my .50 and my .30 Niggas ain't on shit, they washed up, detergent Big Backwood, sat back and burned it I'm better, hot like a furnace, yeah Bitch, I made you Took you out the hood and I saved you While them other niggas tried to play you Bitch, you ungrateful, Bitch, you ungrateful, bitch, you un I ain't want a label I ain't want a label I ain't tryna be your friend Or your man, or your husband I don't want a label

You say you don't know what it's all about Just look around, you'll see there is no doubt The worms and maggots gather for the feast An endless slave behind your beliefs Oh, oh, choose what you wish to believe Oh, oh, choose what you wish to see Oh, oh, the hatred one can't ignore Let the gathering begin For we live no more You can't erase the past, that will not die Life's countless suffering, your countless lies Dead and buried, peace, yet you turn away Hate on hate was born here to stay Oh, oh, choose what you wish to believe Oh, oh, choose what you wish to see Oh, oh, the hatred one can't ignore Let the gathering begin Oh, oh, choose what you wish to believe Oh, oh, choose what you wish to see Oh, oh, the hatred one can't ignore Let the gathering begin

Migos! Talk to em Takeoff Takeoff, Takeoff! You niggas be bitin' my style and I like it But you niggas know you weren't rapping like this Trend setter, I'm a trend setter (trend setter) Knockin' them out like I'm Mayweather (bap bap) Bando look like it's a homeless shelter (bando!) She poppin' that molly like Alka-Seltzer ([?]) Whippin' that dope with the terminator Wrist is spillin' dope all on my Breitling bezel (bright bright) My mansion got 80 acres Trap underground, they calling me Undertaker (damn) They wonder why I got the Bentley, the Fisker I put in work and dedication (hard work!) 50 pairs, Giuseppe steppers Maison Margielas, they think I'm on Rocafella The kids, they call me Slick Rick (why?) I make up a script, they call me the storyteller (damn) I got the Britney, the Whitney, the Iggy We murdered Versace like Biggie (murdered it!) Hannah Montana, fuck nigga we been in that Coogi It's time to kill em' with Givenchy Red bottoms, scenes are forensic Designer frames, limited edition Pushin' one button, my roof and then its missing (Porsche) Dope on my Louboutins just left the kitchen (Euh) You turn on the radio you gon' hear every rapper tryna rap like the Migos (real shit) Fuck nigga wanna clone? Been rappin' like this since No Label (been did that) Fuck the fame rather be rich Been gettin' money, since No Label (been getting that) You waiting for it, then here it go, the intro to No Label 2 QC, It's funny my nigga right Cause everybody wanna sound like us But they don't wanna give us the respect, right? You fuck niggas gon' learn we started this shit We the first niggas to come out the A, on that real street shit That real Northside shit, holdin' their muthafuckin' county down Not city nigga, county nigga Tell another nigga to do it like us, nigga QC the label, money on the table Migo Gang, No Label! Way back in the day nigga made No Label in a basement (way way back) Young nigga got all that talent (huh) On the radio didn't have a placement (no no) Linked up with the hood (link up) OG Head Hancho, Migos (OG Migos) Then we took over the north (north) 20 dollars to get your song played at Flamingos (whew) Remember the days of hitting licks? (remember?) Every Christmas, had to be St. Nick (Christmas Payin' bills, tryna meet the rent (bills) My mama she say that she sick of it (mama!) I had to go get to the Benjamin (I had to) Sorry Your Honor, I'm innocent (I'm sorry) Money moves the commitment (money moves) No label, my life you witnessed it (Go!) From kickin' doors (Go!) Taking gold (Go!) What did I cash out on? I don't know (no no) I will not tell on my soul (why?) Cause Ion' know if the case closed (shh! Ooh what?) I know that you hate that Versace went gold (you hate it!) Now I'm walking round with a blue bankroll (hundo!) Independent, never ever won't fold (QC!) Gon! See, I learnt the term from my nigga Biggie, right? We went from ashy to classy We went from having shit to fucking your bitch, my nigga No Label, DJ Ray G These my muthafucking brothers right here, Migo Gang What niggas you know made a million in one summer without flipping bricks? Ask your favorite rapper I bet he say us, nigga QC, the label Hah! No Label! Locked up on every mixtape (locked up) Quavo told me nigga wait (wait!) This is the only way we can escape (only way) I realized it when I sat down for an 8 (realized it) Grandma' told me and Quavo to be patient (grandma!) Grandma' was a cancer patient (damn!) Before she died, she sat us down (sat us down) Said stay together and we're gonna make it (we made it) For you niggas don't know (you niggas don't know!) Never really sold dope (never) But I kicked door (boom) Free my nigga Willy Mae gave him 3 to the dome (Free him!) He didn't tell a soul (he didn't!) You making me sick to my stomach I might go and vomit (Uah!) You niggas is cloning (cloning) We're not together cause you my opponent (not together) Taking our style nigga we never loaned it (taking the swag) Labels wanna sign, that ain't on my mind Critics and blogs, you know they ain't lying (critics) Thirty thousand just to look at the time (30k) Twenty five hundred for my Louboutin (Ha) Mansion Elan was our stomping ground Our money big, your money minimized (big money) Taking shots cause your buzz died Cutting the top off the Lamb' make it circumcised (skkrt skkrt) The world is fucked up but the strong survive Haha, name your favourite club in Atlanta, my nigga We ran that shit We turned Mansion Elan Into Migos Elan, nigga We turned obsessions, in the Migos Playhouse nigga Every strip club Our main bitch, our side bitch, her side bitch, her side bitch worked there, nigga We run this motherfuckin' city We started new Atlanta These niggas jackin' our swag, they better stand in line And pay, bitch!