No Label

[Intro]
One thing that did happen during the 60s was
Some music of an unusual or experimental nature did get recorded and did get released
Now look at who the executives were in those companies at those times
These were cigar chomping old guys
Who looked at the product that came and said
I don’t know
Who knows what it is, record it, stick it out
If it sells, alright

[Chorus]
Uh swerving in a fuckin bmw
While dodging all the cops and running up my chips
Say she wanna talk to me I’m curving that bitch cause it’s a grand illusion and I don’t fuck with Styx
Got so many diamonds on me that
I just caught hypothermia from my wrist
Pеople steady talking but I do not give a
Fuck at thе end of the day my wallet got 3 chins
I don’t need no label
Nobody telling me what to do
I do whatever I want and whenever I want
So don’t talk to me if we not cool
Mixing the signals and smirk in my face
Waiting on any opportunity to just screw
Me over I’ll stay independent and tell
The executive bitches I do not need you

[Verse]
I don’t give a damn anymore
If they fuck with me
Bitch I’m so rich
I’m buying full diamond cutlery
Got so many chains
It’s restricting my blood flow
My arm turning purple
Like a fuckin Nidoking
Extra zeros in my wallet
Stop talking shit
If you ain’t
Drowning in cash
Gold on my watch it
Shine bright like a star bitch
Stop callin this line
Like neutron gotta blast
Moving my way
Up the chain
Did this shit by myself
I am making my own ass rich
Stay on the grind
Put in effort and time
Standing out from the bitches
That phone that shit
Posting them pictures on social media
Fake flexing they tryna impress or just fit
Tired of the posers
I bust off my ass
While they stay acting like
A whole grown ass kid

[Chorus]
Uh swerving in a fuckin bmw
While dodging all the cops and running up my chips
Say she wanna talk to me I’m curving that bitch cause it’s a grand illusion and I don’t fuck with Styx
Got so many diamonds on me that
I just caught hypothermia from my wrist
People steady talking but I do not give a
Fuck at the end of the day my wallet got 3 chins
I don’t need no label
Nobody telling me what to do
I do whatever I want and whenever I want
So don’t talk to me if we not cool
Mixing the signals and smirk in my face
Waiting on any opportunity to just screw
Me over I’ll stay independent and tell
The executive bitches I do not need you