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letra de i know - cemetery drive

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[hook – atlas]
i know, know these labels h-t 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

[verse 1 – thiago]
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 sh-t
oy vey, all from different coordinates
still got the same f-cking vision, that’s 4k

[verse 2 – miles powers]
who you playing out here mister a & r man?
mister “y’all the next wu,” b-tch you crazy god d-mn 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, f-ck ya ——
yea f-ck appraisal by a label show y’all who you oughta bet on

[hook – atlas]
i know, know these labels h-t 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

[verse 3 – chris wright]
why your a & r texting like a bad b-tch?
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

[verse 4 – cloud mac]
you got people you extorting, i got sh-t that i’m importing
man you wouldn’t understand, ‘cause your -ss is not important
yeah you want us for the money but you’ll never touch this fortune
i don’t ever f-ck with blood suckers, done with all these serpents

you can take your 360 and shove it up your -ss
maybe then all the sh-t you talk would never come to p-ss
i’m so done with this sh-t man lets take you to task
you is a b-tch and now stuck in our past

[verse 5 – whyandotte]
my n-gg- 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 -ssured
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

[hook – atlas]
i know, know these labels h-t 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

- cemetery drive

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