Labels by Kennyindigo Lyrics
[Chorus x4]
Tryna pull up with my people
I couldn't find, I better keep her
Labels be lying they need it
Take that shit off it's misleading
[Verse 1]
Walking down the path of sorrows
Don't think I'll be here tomorrow
Pray to god it isn't further
Killing another sacred father
Go back, just don't even bother [skip] (yeah)
[?] some indescribable horrors
Then you go back just to find out you're dead
And the evidence pasted with slaughter
Then I come out and
Then I come back and
Then I come out
With a gun and a bag
Shooting you up boy "rat-a-tat-tat"
Yeah [?] never signed up for that
At this point, boy better watch his back
Don't forgive don't forget when your ass is clapped
My nigga know when you wouldn't have a fucking [?] for that
And all you [?] have a fucking [?]
[Chorus x4]
Tryna pull up with my people
I couldn't find, I better keep her
Labels be lying they need it
Take that shit off it's misleading
[Verse 2]
Boy…
Who the fuck you think you talking to?
About a yung nigga like me
[?] stunting on these Nikes
Bitch, oh please, hating on me?
On me, nice guy with a nice ride
All white bitch, alright
I ain't got motherfucking time
For these slutty ass bitches
So guess what?
Imma just [?] for the lifeline
[Chorus x4]
Tryna pull up with my people
I couldn't find, I better keep her
Labels be lying they need it
Take that shit off it's misleading
Tryna pull up with my people
I couldn't find, I better keep her
Labels be lying they need it
Take that shit off it's misleading
[Verse 1]
Walking down the path of sorrows
Don't think I'll be here tomorrow
Pray to god it isn't further
Killing another sacred father
Go back, just don't even bother [skip] (yeah)
[?] some indescribable horrors
Then you go back just to find out you're dead
And the evidence pasted with slaughter
Then I come out and
Then I come back and
Then I come out
With a gun and a bag
Shooting you up boy "rat-a-tat-tat"
Yeah [?] never signed up for that
At this point, boy better watch his back
Don't forgive don't forget when your ass is clapped
My nigga know when you wouldn't have a fucking [?] for that
And all you [?] have a fucking [?]
[Chorus x4]
Tryna pull up with my people
I couldn't find, I better keep her
Labels be lying they need it
Take that shit off it's misleading
[Verse 2]
Boy…
Who the fuck you think you talking to?
About a yung nigga like me
[?] stunting on these Nikes
Bitch, oh please, hating on me?
On me, nice guy with a nice ride
All white bitch, alright
I ain't got motherfucking time
For these slutty ass bitches
So guess what?
Imma just [?] for the lifeline
[Chorus x4]
Tryna pull up with my people
I couldn't find, I better keep her
Labels be lying they need it
Take that shit off it's misleading