Lil Durk - No Label lyrics

[Intro] DY Krazy Ayy, it's so crazy 'cause I made this song off another ni**a feelings Know what I'm sayin'? What he going through with his b*tch Know what I'm sayin'? He actually one of my dogs Know what I'm sayin'? So, here you go [Verse 1] We ain't talk in a minute, so don't hit me up And I mix my feelings with prescription drugs When I fell to my knees, you ain't pick me up When I was down on my back, you said I ain't rich enough And we ain't talk about no sex 'cause you ain't get it up And I don't want you to su*k my dick 'cause you ain't spit enough You an ungrateful lil' b*tch, said I ain't spend enough You told me you want your ass shots 'cause you ain't thick enough I'm in the trenches with the sharks, I ain't have a heart Some nights I ain't wanna talk, I left you in the dark You was lurkin' on my page, you became a narc' You was writing b*tches back, that sh*t went too far And I carried you on my back like I ain't have a car You was kinda mad I hang with murderers b*tch, you Instagram famous, but you not a star Instagram famous, but you not a star [Chorus] b*tch, I made you, took you out the hood and I saved you While them other ni**as tried to play you b*tch, you ungrateful, b*tch, you ungrateful, b*tch, you un— I ain't want a label, I ain't want a label I ain't tryna be your friend, or your man, or your husband I don't want a label [Verse 2] You steady throwin' your pussy, but I don't want none I got a wife, so after me you gotta fu*k Von Then Ikey, then Booka, then it's more fun I kick her out slick as hell, tell her, "Store run" I know a couple divas, that's still a secret The b*tches I made eat it, you would not believe it This sh*t was never easy, I move strategic Me and two, three singers, we had a threesome Back to back, fu*kin' back to back, off the perky Back to back, told her all them lies, I was perfect Always tryna run the streets deep, I was thirsty Gotta watch my back, a lot of ni**as tryna hurt me That's why I keep my .50 and my .30 ni**as ain't on sh*t, they washed up, detergent Big Backwood, sat back and burned it I'm better, hot like a furnace, yeah [Chorus] b*tch, I made you, took you out the hood and I saved you While them other ni**as tried to play you b*tch, you ungrateful, b*tch, you ungrateful, b*tch, you un— I ain't want a label, I ain't want a label I ain't tryna be your friend, or your man, or your husband I don't want a label