F*ck the trends, f*ck the friends, f*ck the benz
Where's my lens, I can't blend, where's my pen
Count to ten, reach my zen
F*ck the trends, f*ck the friends, f*ck the benz
Where's my lens, I can't blend, where's my pen
Count to ten, not again
Cash on the table, make the music f*ck the label
Got my eye on the sales, still try if I fail
Page to page, write to change, break the cage, full of rage
I disengage, ride the wave, money slave, dig the grave
I got Dollar signs in my eyes, shooting bullets in the sky
Float like a butterfly, leather suitcase and a tie
I'm getting calls on calls, people thinking that I know it all
I break the walls and take the falls, and I keep the chin up
And stand tall, spit fire so smell like methanol
Celebrate with the alcohol, I break the all the protocols
Real rap reinstalled, this is once and for all, one hit wonders crawl
I buy the bitch the mall, this is just the start of it all
F*ck the trends, f*ck the friends, f*ck the benz, where's my lens
I can't blend, where's my pen, count to ten, reach my zen
F*ck the trends, f*ck the friends, f*ck the benz, where's my lens
I can't blend, where's my pen, count to ten, not again
Flip the switch, ride the dick, break the brick, finish it
Switch it up, pick it up, this ain't enough
Finger on trigger no bluff, f*ck I can never get enough
And I take another puff, handcuffed, man I never give it up
I take buck for buck, shirt tucked, burn the firetruck
Leave these bitches starstruck, with bad luck
Cake what motivates, the finest in the states
These are beverly plates, man I chase it never wait
Man I get the cash and run, I use to do this for fun
I give these singles one by one, the blood bath has just begun
After me you never see the sun, Leave your whole world spun
Load the gun, God know when I'm done
Pop tags, fill bags, rich to rags, aftermath of the path
Bring it back, rack on rack, we like that, swipe that
That's a fact, step back, transact, double cross the contract, we prefer no contact
F*ck the trends, f*ck the friends, f*ck the benz, where's my lens
I can't blend, where's my pen, count to ten, reach my zen
F*ck the trends, f*ck the friends, f*ck the benz, where's my lens
I can't blend, where's my pen, count to ten, not again
Sahil Sewani - No Label Lyrics
Sahil Sewani - No Label Lyrics
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F*ck the trends, f*ck the friends, f*ck the benz
Where's my lens, I can't blend, where's my pen
Count to ten, reach my zen
F*ck the trends, f*ck the friends, f*ck the benz
Where's my lens, I can't blend, where's my pen
Count to ten, not again
Cash on the table, make the music f*ck the label
Got my eye on the sales, still try if I fail
Page to page, write to change, break the cage, full of rage
I disengage, ride the wave, money slave, dig the grave
I got Dollar signs in my eyes, shooting bullets in the sky
Float like a butterfly, leather suitcase and a tie
I'm getting calls on calls, people thinking that I know it all
I break the walls and take the falls, and I keep the chin up
And stand tall, spit fire so smell like methanol
Celebrate with the alcohol, I break the all the protocols
Real rap reinstalled, this is once and for all, one hit wonders crawl
I buy the bitch the mall, this is just the start of it all
F*ck the trends, f*ck the friends, f*ck the benz, where's my lens
I can't blend, where's my pen, count to ten, reach my zen
F*ck the trends, f*ck the friends, f*ck the benz, where's my lens
I can't blend, where's my pen, count to ten, not again
Flip the switch, ride the dick, break the brick, finish it
Switch it up, pick it up, this ain't enough
Finger on trigger no bluff, f*ck I can never get enough
And I take another puff, handcuffed, man I never give it up
I take buck for buck, shirt tucked, burn the firetruck
Leave these bitches starstruck, with bad luck
Cake what motivates, the finest in the states
These are beverly plates, man I chase it never wait
Man I get the cash and run, I use to do this for fun
I give these singles one by one, the blood bath has just begun
After me you never see the sun, Leave your whole world spun
Load the gun, God know when I'm done
Pop tags, fill bags, rich to rags, aftermath of the path
Bring it back, rack on rack, we like that, swipe that
That's a fact, step back, transact, double cross the contract, we prefer no contact
F*ck the trends, f*ck the friends, f*ck the benz, where's my lens
I can't blend, where's my pen, count to ten, reach my zen
F*ck the trends, f*ck the friends, f*ck the benz, where's my lens
I can't blend, where's my pen, count to ten, not again
Where's my lens, I can't blend, where's my pen
Count to ten, reach my zen
F*ck the trends, f*ck the friends, f*ck the benz
Where's my lens, I can't blend, where's my pen
Count to ten, not again
Cash on the table, make the music f*ck the label
Got my eye on the sales, still try if I fail
Page to page, write to change, break the cage, full of rage
I disengage, ride the wave, money slave, dig the grave
I got Dollar signs in my eyes, shooting bullets in the sky
Float like a butterfly, leather suitcase and a tie
I'm getting calls on calls, people thinking that I know it all
I break the walls and take the falls, and I keep the chin up
And stand tall, spit fire so smell like methanol
Celebrate with the alcohol, I break the all the protocols
Real rap reinstalled, this is once and for all, one hit wonders crawl
I buy the bitch the mall, this is just the start of it all
F*ck the trends, f*ck the friends, f*ck the benz, where's my lens
I can't blend, where's my pen, count to ten, reach my zen
F*ck the trends, f*ck the friends, f*ck the benz, where's my lens
I can't blend, where's my pen, count to ten, not again
Flip the switch, ride the dick, break the brick, finish it
Switch it up, pick it up, this ain't enough
Finger on trigger no bluff, f*ck I can never get enough
And I take another puff, handcuffed, man I never give it up
I take buck for buck, shirt tucked, burn the firetruck
Leave these bitches starstruck, with bad luck
Cake what motivates, the finest in the states
These are beverly plates, man I chase it never wait
Man I get the cash and run, I use to do this for fun
I give these singles one by one, the blood bath has just begun
After me you never see the sun, Leave your whole world spun
Load the gun, God know when I'm done
Pop tags, fill bags, rich to rags, aftermath of the path
Bring it back, rack on rack, we like that, swipe that
That's a fact, step back, transact, double cross the contract, we prefer no contact
F*ck the trends, f*ck the friends, f*ck the benz, where's my lens
I can't blend, where's my pen, count to ten, reach my zen
F*ck the trends, f*ck the friends, f*ck the benz, where's my lens
I can't blend, where's my pen, count to ten, not again
Writer: Sahil Sewani
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid