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"No Labels Left
(yeah) … every label they gave was a box, not a blessing.
They tag you so they can measure you.
(so Majestic) But when you live in truth, you ain’t got no name to fit — just presence.
I peeled names off my soul like tags from new clothes,
Built my worth where nobody knows.
(real talk) They tried titles, tried tone,
But purpose too large — I stand alone.
(boss) They love control when calling you type,
I broke through, rewrote the hype.
They said, “rapper,” I said, “human first,”
Fed on peace, not public thirst.
(so Majestic) I ain’t brand, I’m state of growth,
Not signed to limits, I pledge to both —
Faith and work, grind and love,
Balance my truth like push and shove.
No category hold my step,
Freedom walk where no names kept.
Ain’t no labels left on me,
I’m just being, wild, and free.
They can name what they don’t see,
But truth too real — can’t brand a G.
(yeah) I used to chase titles for worth to rise,
Till peace whispered, “look inside.”
(boss) No trophy clarify soul,
Just actions that kept me whole.
(so Majestic) They box dreams in trends and lanes,
But boundless minds don’t play those games.
Never claimed saint, never claimed star,
Just pure motion from near to far.
(real talk) You’ll lose sense if you crave their nod,
Every label temporary fraud.
Now my name float on breath, not chain,
Identity — clear, yet uncontained.
Freedom language all I trust,
No labels left but love and us.
Ain’t no labels left on me,
I’m just being, wild, and free.
They can name what they don’t see,
But truth too real — can’t brand a G.
(real talk) I don’t fit trends, I bend ’em quiet.
I ain’t one word — I’m full of riot.
(so Majestic) Labels fade when peace arrive,
Freedom breath where souls revive.
I been called humble, cold, and wise,
But none define what lives inside.
(yeah) I’m joy and storm in equal measure,
Self‑truth — my only treasure.
(boss) I move fluid, no lane to guard,
No title strong enough to mar.
(so Majestic) Every bar a shed disguise,
Every word another rise.
No more roles to prove my trust,
No more mirror made of dust.
I ain’t genre — I’m energy pure,
Born limitless, intent secure.
So when they ask who I aim to be,
I just smile — no labels left on me.
Ain’t no labels left on me,
I’m just being, wild, and free.
They can name what they don’t see,
But truth too real — can’t brand a G.
(yeah) … they still spellchecking what can’t be named.
I ain’t their box, I’m their reminder.
(so Majestic) no labels left — just life, undefinable.
