Can't Label Me

I seen them brighter days I was serving out them drugs like im rite aid I don't love me the hood but im street made And Ill never ask for help cuz i'm self paid In this world you got ya self I don't call them They be dripping like they phelp they do it often They say they ready for war but who ah spartan You niggas talk to much you not bosses Im all of the above all cant label me Im 18 but i'm moving like im 83 Even when I win I don't grin I got hate in me Working every day tryna catch up to the better me You lost once try again you gon lose better Long strokes when I f*ck nut on my new sweater I lost friends cuz they always wonder who better Im not competing come at me you gone lose nigga You not chasing ah dream you need tuh dream bigger I play the block but don't ever call me street nigga Yeah you cant label me if I post R I P then I died to me If say I got shot who gone slide for me You don't need to slide for me cuz ima only slide for me Its a shout out for the niggas that's gonna ride for me F*ck the the teachers on my dick they was doubting me That's why I was in the hallways tryna sell my weed A'int gon lie bro 50 cent made me scared to keep my eyes closed When the shots come flying from the tahoe It be ya brother yelling take the nigga top off I know sum niggas they gonna try to take my top off They gonna try tuh kill me for ah nigga pop off But i'm telling all yall niggas yall wont last long Yall must not heard the lyrics tuh my last song Put my shooters on yo ass now they bound tuh wet it Had ah dream about ah bag now I gotta get it You not talking bout no cash you not talking buisness They just sitting on they ass cant be talking with em Ima tell my bro safe keep ah savage with em Shoot his ass in his back cant keep baggage with em If he move like dead weight then you gotta kill em Here take all these bands if you gotta drill em Oh you say we got beef lets go talk it out He parked up the V now he walking out I hoped out my V I came running out I backed out the V now he running now I just copped ah new mag I aint running out When its time to meet ya maker now we brothers now You was talking so tough what you talking now You was bout to graduate you not walking out Im all of the above yall cant label me I'm 18 but im moving like im 83 Even when I win I dont grin I got hate in me Working every day tryna catch up to the better me You lost once try again you gon lose better Long strokes when I f*ck nut on my new sweater I lost friends cuz they always wonder who better Im not competeting come at me you gon lose nigga You not chasing ah dream you need to dream bigger