I Know

I know, know these labels hit my phone and I’m wondering if they can take my soul I don’t think so, this ain’t up for grabs, if you looking keep your eyes closed Closed case no way if you sobbing in that office you can cry more I know I got labels on my baggies I got labels on my drawers No label on my music ‘cause my music isn't yours I got labels on my looks I got labels on my voice As if I really had a choice what you say Either way, your boy is a force to be reckoned with Me and my team always first, no second shit Oy vey, all from different coordinates Still got the same fucking vision, that's 4k Who you playing out here mister A & R man? Mister “y’all the next Wu,” bitch you crazy god damn yea I know I know I know I know I know I know that Labels want your cash, you won’t even see a dollar back Call it rap, call it emo trap just to market it We on the map, starter caps with the CD coffin yea Still we somewhat slept on, fuck ya ****** Yea fuck appraisal by a label show y’all who you oughta bet on I know, know these labels hit my phone and I’m wondering if they can take my soul I don’t think so, this ain’t up for grabs, if you looking keep your eyes closed Closed case no way if you sobbing in that office you can cry more I know Why your A & R texting like a bad bitch? Something kinda flirty, kinda nasty, want it mad quick Ain’t with all the games, wanna get it ‘fore the bag switch Up, wanna hit me with a pen like a bad kid Tour stains all up on my shirts and my hoodies I ain’t here to conversate, need my bag full of goodies I’ma get this cake, eat it too, gut say I shouldn’t Label wanna sign me like I’m property, I feel like Woody You got people you extorting, I got shit that I’m importing Man you wouldn’t understand, ‘cause your ass is not important Yeah you want us for the money but you’ll never touch this fortune I don’t ever fuck with blood suckers, done with all these serpents You can take your 360 and shove it up your ass Maybe then all the shit you talk would never come to pass I’m so done with this shit man lets take you to task You is a bitch and now stuck in our past My nigga I’m stuck here, the blackest city ever Coming straight from the mud here, yes I’m from the seven Didn’t know there were bloods here, rest assured I’m kinda wack though, ain’t no turning back though Matter of fact bro give me All of your time, your love, your hate, your ways, your pain ‘Gon change me, all for the better All of this came from a golden sweater I know, know these labels hit my phone and I’m wondering if they can take my soul I don’t think so, this ain’t up for grabs, if you looking keep your eyes closed Closed case no way if you sobbing in that office you can cry more I know