Dope Boy Love 2

Mainly about Jr.

You niggas be bitin' my style and I like it

But you niggas know you weren't rapping like this

Trend setter, I'm a t QC the label, money on the table

Migo Gang, No Label!

Way back in the day nigga made No Label in a basement

Young nigga got all that talent

On the radio didn't have a placement

Linked up with the hood

OG Head Hancho, Migos

Then we took over the north

20 dollars to get your song played at Flamingos

Remember the days of hitting licks?

Every Christmas, had to be St. Nick

Payin' bills, tryna meet the rent

My mama she say that she sick of it

I had to go get to the Benjamin

Sorry Your Honor, I'm innocent

Money moves the commitment

No label, my life you witnessed it

From kickin' doors

Taking gold

What did I cash out on? I don't know

I will not tell on my soul

Cause Ion' know if the case closed

I know that you hate that Versace went gold

Now I'm walking round with a blue bankroll

Independent, never ever won't fold

See, I learnt the term from my nigga Biggie, right?

We went from ashy to classy

We went from having shit to fucking your bitch, my nigga

No Label, DJ Ray G

These my muthafucking brothers right here, Migo Gang

What niggas you know made a million in one summer without flipping bricks?

Ask your favorite rapper

I bet he say us, nigga

QC, the label

Hah! No Label!

Locked up on every mixtape

Quavo told me nigga wait

This is the only way we can escape

I realized it when I sat down for an 8

Grandma' told me and Quavo to be patient

Grandma' was a cancer patient

Before she died, she sat us down, said stay together and we're gonna make it

For you niggas don't know

Never really sold dope

But I kicked door

Free my nigga Willy, mane gave him to the dough

He didn't tell a soul

You making me sick to my stomach

I might go and vomit rend setter

Knockin' them out like I'm Mayweather

Bando look like it's a homeless shelter