Labels (Inner Scope) Lyrics

I ain't here to sight see

Just arrived but might leave

Made some heat off type beats

These labels want to sign me

They all yelling write please

Maybe for the right fee

Made some heat off type beats

These labels want to sign me

I ain't signing my name

On no fucking dotted line

I ain't here to play games

This life is what you call it mines

All about what I talk in rhyme

And whatever takes stress off my mind

These lines is loaded they'll pop in time

You all same in the end I'm all sublime

Don't sue me I simply

Just want to teach and just spit please

This sample shit is so tricky

Bands tripping like the sixties

I'm motivated like Nipsey

You hoes can hate and just kiss these

I'm known to skate and kickflip these

Tracks my tape is so grippy

I ain't here to sight see

Just arrived but might leave

Made some heat off type beats

These labels wanna sign me

They all yelling write please

Maybe for the right fee

Made some heat off type beats

These labels wanna sign me

Let's talk some business

Bitches hating the sound

I've been cutting off all you vixens

Need to stay with who's down

Filling out all my britches

In hindsight this shit is

2020 with the sickness

Can't fuck with you all, big pimping

In volume three of my life and times

I'm reaching New Heights with these rhymes

Flying high like a eagle right?

Snap on tracks like a Kelce might

You ain't Mossing me

Wish you would stop it please

Check the pedigree

Ever since

I was less than three

My namesake been

the best in league

Are you effing me?

No, bro, it ain't F it's E

A little bit of ecstasy

Finish up your session please

These rappers should be fired

You all ain't good at assessing heat

I'm hitting notes Mariah

Give these labels a second please

These devils wish I was signing

I ain't here to sight see

Just arrived but might leave

Made some heat off type beats

These labels wanna sign me

They all yelling write please

Maybe for the right fee

Made some heat off type beats

These labels wanna sign me

You crackers just wanna exploit

Every single one of my joints

Stop fucking round and slide coins

Bloody knuckles toughen my joints

I'm hunting down all you greedy hoes

I will buckle down, you need repo

I'm bucking now like Greek Freak though

Better flee when you see three four

We'll make you gold like 3P0

Well I don't care about seeing dough

So is you going to give me free roam

To make what I want and skate these flows

To keep it real these labels

Need to stop the fables

Give these artists some new trauma

So the can make some more profit

Give you dough then bring drama

All they want is pill popping

Or in the club just booty dropping

I won't spit what you fuckers wanting

Take the contract and fuckin toss it

In the air like Phil Collins

K leaving I'm done talking

I'll sign when I got some fucking options