I Know - Cemetery Drive

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 money

Your time your love your hate your pain your ways

‘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