Self Made
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Maybach Music
I like this Maybach Music
Sweet, sweet
Self made
Gotta handle your own
I'ma handle mine
They tried to tell me I don't fit up in this motherfucker
Cause Rozay be talking white, he think he Uncle Ruckus
I left Jimmy, they was spending silly on my budget
And now I'm rolling with some cooler niggas I can fuck with
You by the cooler, yeah you niggas don't get no tick
Bitch I think I'm Teen Wolf, dog, nigga balling bitch
Fly as Ricky Steamboat, me in my Moschino
I don't wear no 501's, thousand dollar jean flow
It's funny how Pucci made all the snakes gone
I'm winning cause Ricky made my mistakes known
It's funny that since I put this chain on
These bitches appear quicker than State Farm
Wale Folarin, something they can't never smoke
Weed I can't pronounce, man this shit would leave Rosetta stoned
This man can single-handedly save the culture
You got no spark, you need some lighting man you Sammy Sosa
So get it right, okay you ballin' man I'm with the owners
You know my drive is retarded like I'm riding donuts
Picture me rollin', young, handsome and focused
Got that vision of Pac although I'm branded as Oprah
Michelangelo portrait meet Maya Angelou notebook
Michael Jordan performance nigga, I'm actually all of it
Yeah, I'm just a poet with some hang time
I don't really Shakespeare, I just shake dice
Miami nights, made a couple grand
Private plane, TSA can kiss my ass
Lord forgive me, I'm trying, know I ain't living right
But this card I'm tricking with got no limit right?
And this life you dead wrong or ain't living right
They on my ass like a center, make 'em take a hike
Good night, good night
All we wanted was an opportunity
Lord knows
It's MMG baby
The Dream Team
Better believe
I made it myself, guess I'm self made
Fire starter, put me anywhere I just blaze
Dropped out of school, never made it to the 12th grade
I'm so fucking raw, haters hoping that I catch AIDS
Motivated just from being broke
Had a dream like Martin Luther, a little bit of hope
Say if Rosa never rose, Malcolm never spoke
They'd probably find me in the woods hanging from a rope
Instead they locked me in a cell just for selling dope
When people told me I would fail I used to tell them no
Cause I was never hesitant to represent
Devil knocking at the door screaming let me in
Tell the owner hit the lights when we stepping in
Charlie Sheen on them haters, they don't wanna let me win
Nah, niggas they don't wanna let me win
But I'ma build it ground up, bless again
I kill these rappers early in the game, abortion
Spit a verse like let me get your fam, extortion
Send these niggas back to where they came, deportion
Make 'em forfeit and I'm Porsche-ing, 600 horses
9/11, Somebody call 'em
Kemba Walker crossed 'em over, somebody falling
Jump back, I hit the shot, somebody balling
I'm at the dealer and I hear that Maserati calling
Black and white diamonds looking like my neck be volley balling
And this presi looking like somebody pottied on it
I don't gotta join Illuminati just to get a new Bugatti
I'm just riding, I done put a million miles all on my body
I'm gone
Born to win
Look around
From the projects to the penthouse
Our vision never changed
We self made
Count that up
Self made, self paid man
P-I double L in the building
ATL
Go get your motherfucking roll on
8 In the morning when that street clock bust, kitchen overload
Doorknobs turned, the aisle burn, baking soda pour
The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop
Profit margins increase, exit the V with my gun out
Outwitted, outfoxed, you overmatched
House hidden, drop tops, the sofas match
This is fine dine take out, first date make out
Diamonds blind the lens, the camera man on the stake out
As I exit the steakhouse, pockets on humongo
Philosophical doubt her in Prada wild as the Congo
Africana, black as Ghana be my attire
Marijuana, marijuana stick to get higher
Yes we blow stress through the vents of the Marriott
We self made, carry on while we carry out
If I woke up tomorrow and didn't have a dollar
As long as I had my heart, I can get it all over
Dream Team
We the '93 Chicago Bulls baby
The lovely Teedra Moses