Lil Tjay — No Label

[Intro] This is a CaliBeats production [Verse] I sent my prayers up to father God Trying to make up for them nights we use to jug and rob I was broke on the block I ain't have a job Ain't no way to get no money so I had to rob I just pray my nigga Smelly sitting up with God We ain't mean to do the shit, we did, but life is hard Wish I could've killed that nigga first and took the charge And it hurt knowing my big brother in the stars He supposed to be with me inside this double R Sometimes feel like all the struggle made us who we are Gotta bust, Durkio just tell me take it far You can find me in them trenches and exotic cars Denny in my system got me touching mars I be smoking on a pack but I dont fuck with bar Free Mini, bro was always down to take a charge Fucking bitches on the daily we was living large I need 10 for a feature I ain't finna barge If I want a nigga chain we gon’ make it ours I dun really put in pain and I got the scars Smelly block, eazy gang, not to say the part A lot of niggas finna hate cuz of who we are While it’s loaded, I’m stain so I’m moving smart Better stay up in your lane you don’t play a part This year we ain't playing see me on the chart Sippin moving fast looking at the past Who the ever thought I get my music off the grass Who the ever thought I make it here from skippin class Back end got me feeling good tell them give me pack Niggas playing games like it’s tic and tac I tell my hitters put in pain while I go relax Smelly died, that’s the gang put it on the map Told my brother he need anything know I got his back Know the streets cold so I got a strap A nigga moving too bold then I gotta clap Hurd you got a 22 well I got a mack I ain't really ready for the fame but I must adapt Niggas chattin’ on my name let me know the facts No cap, we ain’t playing, this shit more than rap Put the moves on your ass, than we grip a tac Word, only takes a couple bands, just to get you wack I ain’t want a label I ain’t want a label They give me a felon I ain’t want a label