Lyrics I Know - Cemetery Drive

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 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