"Self Made" lyrics
No more cooking up, it's all looking up
Me and [?] manifest that shit
Pussy nigga talking, man, address that shit
Been too comfortable, they call it trolling, when you see my niggas rolling, whoever die, you responsible
We don't back and forth, take the safety off
I don't really want my niggas going back up north
Yeah, like I don't see you in my reer view
That's why I don't be around much as I care to
Sware to God
Black Glock
Keep the money, get the money, mile long clock
These niggas walk around broke
If you ain't feed your kids, how the fuck you gon' smoke?
Rent's due, but all you do is rap about coke
These bitches only want a real nigga
Only love [?] jail nigga
Talk bad, get bad, I don't give a fuck
Outside all day, and you ain't make a buck
Gassed up your lil song, that's beginner's luck
If we ain't talking mkoney, what we here for?
Go head and hate, lil brokey
Sold out shows, dressing room a lil smokey
Hand on the neck, she just want a lil chokey
Million dollar nigga, I just keep it on the low key
I'm a self-made nigga, well paid nigga
I done had money coming since the 12th grade, nigga
Money ain't everything, Ballmain everything
Louis V Range Rover, wood grain everything
First class everything, I don't do the coaches
Deers and the chipmunks, I don't do the roaches
House keepers everywhere, [?]
Glock 9 waistline, nigga, don't aproach us
Take me back to when I used to hang
You would think that I used to bang
But I wan't Blood or Crip, I was fuck who you with
And fuck who you did, nigga, listen
Silverback, my mom raised a real nigga
Fuck a post, see me, tell me how you feel, nigga
Instagram only gon' get you killed, nigga
Everybody tough, until the blood is spilled, nigga
Talk bad, get bad, I don't give a fuck
Outside all day, and you ain't make a buck
Gassed up your lil song, that's beginner's luck
If we ain't talking mkoney, what we here for?
Go head and hate, lil brokey
Sold out shows, dressing room a lil smokey
Hand on the neck, she just want a lil chokey
Million dollar nigga, I just keep it on the low key
Me and [?] manifest that shit
Pussy nigga talking, man, address that shit
Been too comfortable, they call it trolling, when you see my niggas rolling, whoever die, you responsible
We don't back and forth, take the safety off
I don't really want my niggas going back up north
Yeah, like I don't see you in my reer view
That's why I don't be around much as I care to
Sware to God
Black Glock
Keep the money, get the money, mile long clock
These niggas walk around broke
If you ain't feed your kids, how the fuck you gon' smoke?
Rent's due, but all you do is rap about coke
These bitches only want a real nigga
Only love [?] jail nigga
Talk bad, get bad, I don't give a fuck
Outside all day, and you ain't make a buck
Gassed up your lil song, that's beginner's luck
If we ain't talking mkoney, what we here for?
Go head and hate, lil brokey
Sold out shows, dressing room a lil smokey
Hand on the neck, she just want a lil chokey
Million dollar nigga, I just keep it on the low key
I'm a self-made nigga, well paid nigga
I done had money coming since the 12th grade, nigga
Money ain't everything, Ballmain everything
Louis V Range Rover, wood grain everything
First class everything, I don't do the coaches
Deers and the chipmunks, I don't do the roaches
House keepers everywhere, [?]
Glock 9 waistline, nigga, don't aproach us
Take me back to when I used to hang
You would think that I used to bang
But I wan't Blood or Crip, I was fuck who you with
And fuck who you did, nigga, listen
Silverback, my mom raised a real nigga
Fuck a post, see me, tell me how you feel, nigga
Instagram only gon' get you killed, nigga
Everybody tough, until the blood is spilled, nigga
Talk bad, get bad, I don't give a fuck
Outside all day, and you ain't make a buck
Gassed up your lil song, that's beginner's luck
If we ain't talking mkoney, what we here for?
Go head and hate, lil brokey
Sold out shows, dressing room a lil smokey
Hand on the neck, she just want a lil chokey
Million dollar nigga, I just keep it on the low key
