Takeoff - No Label 2 (Intro) lyrics

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Takeoff - No Label 2 (Intro) lyrics

[Intro] Migos! Talk to em Takeoff Takeoff, Takeoff! [Verse 1: Takeoff] You n***as be bitin' my style and I like it But you n***as know you weren't rapping like this Trend setter, I'm a trend setter (trend setter) Knockin' them out like I'm Mayweather (bap bap) Bando look like it's a homeless shelter (bando!) She poppin' that molly like Alka-Seltzer ([?]) Whippin' that dope with the terminator Wrist is spillin' dope all on my Breitling bezel (bright bright) My mansion got 80 acres Trap underground, they calling me Undertaker (damn) They wonder why I got the Bentley, the Fisker I put in work and dedication (hard work!) 50 pairs, Giuseppe steppers Maison Margielas, they think I'm on Rocafella The kids, they call me Slick Rick (why?) I make up a script, they call me the storyteller (damn) I got the Britney, the Whitney, the Iggy We murdered Versace like Biggie (murdered it!) Hannah Montana, f** n***a we been in that Coogi It's time to k** em' with Givenchy Red bottoms, scenes are forensic Designer frames, limited edition Pushin' one bu*ton, my roof and then its missing (Porsche) Dope on my Louboutins just left the kitchen (Euh) You turn on the radio you gon' hear every rapper tryna rap like the Migos (real sh**) f** n***a wanna clone? Been rappin' like this since No Label (been did that) f** the fame rather be rich Been gettin' money, since No Label (been getting that) You waiting for it, then here it go, the intro to No Label 2 [DJ Ray G] QC, It's funny my n***a right Cause everybody wanna sound like us But they don't wanna give us the respect, right? You f** n***as gon' learn we started this sh** We the first n***as to come out the A, on that real street sh** That real Northside sh**, holdin' their muthaf**in' county down Not city n***a, county n***a Tell another n***a to do it like us, n***a QC the label, money on the table Migo Gang, No Label! [Verse 2: Quavo] Way back in the day n***a made No Label in a basement (way way back) Young n***a got all that talent (huh) On the radio didn't have a placement (no no) Linked up with the hood (link up) OG Head Hancho, Migos (OG Migos) Then we took over the north (north) 20 dollars to get your song played at Flamingos (whew) Remember the days of hitting licks? (remember?) Every Christmas, had to be St. Nick (Christmas Payin' bills, tryna meet the rent (bills) My mama she say that she sick of it (mama!) I had to go get to the Benjamin (I had to) Sorry Your Honor, I'm innocent (I'm sorry) Money moves the commitment (money moves) No label, my life you witnessed it (Go!) From kickin' doors (Go!) Taking gold (Go!) What did I cash out on? I don't know (no no) I will not tell on my soul (why?) Cause Ion' know if the case closed (shh! Ooh what?) I know that you hate that Versace went gold (you hate it!) Now I'm walking round with a blue bankroll (hundo!) Independent, never ever won't fold (QC!) Gon! [DJ Ray G] See, I learnt the term from my n***a Biggie, right? We went from ashy to cla**y We went from having sh** to f**ing your b**h, my n***a No Label, DJ Ray G These my muthaf**ing brothers right here, Migo Gang What n***as you know made a million in one summer without flipping bricks? Ask your favorite rapper I bet he say us, n***a QC, the label Hah! No Label! [Verse 3: Offset] Locked up on every mixtape (locked up) Quavo told me n***a wait (wait!) This is the only way we can escape (only way) I realized it when I sat down for an 8 (realized it) Grandma' told me and Quavo to be patient (grandma!) Grandma' was a cancer patient (damn!) Before she died, she sat us down (sat us down) Said stay together and we're gonna make it (we made it) For you n***as don't know (you n***as don't know!) Never really sold dope (never) But I kicked door (boom) Free my n***a Willy Mae gave him 3 to the dome (Free him!) He didn't tell a soul (he didn't!) You making me sick to my stomach I might go and vomit (Uah!) You n***as is cloning (cloning) We not together cause you my opponent (not together) Taking our style n***a we never loaned it (taking the swag) Labels wanna sign, that ain't on my mind Critics and blogs, you know they ain't lying (critics) Thirty thousand just to look at the time (30k) Twenty five hundred for my Louboutin (Ha) Mansion Elan was our stomping ground Our money big, your money minimized (big money) Taking shots cause your buzz died Cutting the top off the Lamb' make it circumcised (skkrt skkrt) The world is f**ed up but the strong survive [DJ Ray G] Haha, name your favourite club in Atlanta, my n***a We ran that sh** We turned Mansion Elan Into Migos Elan, n***a We turned obsessions, in the Migos Playhouse n***a Every strip club Our main b**h, our side b**h, her side b**h, her side b**h worked there, n***a We run this motherf**in' city We started new Atlanta These n***as jackin' our swag, they better stand in line And pay, b**h!