SelfMade
Yea Roll up gas and counting the cash
Music playing loud I'm hitting the dash
When 12 come running best hide the stash
The homie tried it and he got backlash
Nigga I've been self-made (Self made)
Two-time winner in fades
Sent em god ship em same day
Nigga don't fuck with me ion play games
I don't play games
Yea I may not look, gangsta
I'm only 17 yea imma youngster
Best believe I put him onna poster
Homie tried to hit a lick
Wanna be funny I turned him into The joker
I had to save myself after d rose left
Not gone lie I've been feeling a little stressed
Homie told me ill be the best of the best
Now I'm living life on a quest
To honestly feel a little blessed
Had to stand up and speak with my chest
Smoked every night to not feel a thing
Hoping one day ill hear my phone ring
Hearing my nigga voice say he okay One day I don't gotta hear Glock slang
Ill talk to god bout that a whole Nother day
But now ill just sit here and pray and lay
But now ill just sit here and pray and lay
Yea Roll up gas and counting the cash
Music playing loud I'm hitting the dash
When 12 come running best hide the stash
The homie tried it and he got backlash
Nigga I've been self-made (Self made)
Two-time winner in fades
Sent em god ship em same day
Nigga don't fuck with me ion play games
I don't play games
To all my niggas up in the sky oh so high
This shit goes to you yea brothas fly high
Trap house full of shit and sum blicks
Now I gotta stand for myself
Gotta be tall like the top of the shelf
Beat the nigga up with my belt
Spoke on my fam had to slice the Nigga up like some ham
Feed him to clique Nawl this ain't no trick
Niggas wanna bite off my fame
Treat em like a dog Yea have the nigga trained
Ova here we'll put you in a chain gang
That's the only way you'll Ever have fame
Climbing to the top Iant Ever gone stop
Nigga shoot at me you gone get popped(Pop pop pop)
Ian worried bout no nigga but d rose
Rip hommie for toling that pole
Nigga had a smile mouth full of gold
Me andn my niggas Riding around The co
Bust through yo door don't even need a key
Through that bitch back she belong To the streets
Smoking sum gas letting time pass
Sun come up yea time to hit the dash
But one thing is I've been self-made
Roll that shit back n let it play ah
Yea Roll up gas and counting the cash
Music playing loud I'm hitting the dash
When 12 come running best hide the stash
The homie tried it and he got backlash
Nigga I've been self-made (Self made)
Two-time winner in fades
Sent em god ship em same day
Nigga don't fuck with me ion play games
I don't play games
Music playing loud I'm hitting the dash
When 12 come running best hide the stash
The homie tried it and he got backlash
Nigga I've been self-made (Self made)
Two-time winner in fades
Sent em god ship em same day
Nigga don't fuck with me ion play games
I don't play games
Yea I may not look, gangsta
I'm only 17 yea imma youngster
Best believe I put him onna poster
Homie tried to hit a lick
Wanna be funny I turned him into The joker
I had to save myself after d rose left
Not gone lie I've been feeling a little stressed
Homie told me ill be the best of the best
Now I'm living life on a quest
To honestly feel a little blessed
Had to stand up and speak with my chest
Smoked every night to not feel a thing
Hoping one day ill hear my phone ring
Hearing my nigga voice say he okay One day I don't gotta hear Glock slang
Ill talk to god bout that a whole Nother day
But now ill just sit here and pray and lay
But now ill just sit here and pray and lay
Yea Roll up gas and counting the cash
Music playing loud I'm hitting the dash
When 12 come running best hide the stash
The homie tried it and he got backlash
Nigga I've been self-made (Self made)
Two-time winner in fades
Sent em god ship em same day
Nigga don't fuck with me ion play games
I don't play games
To all my niggas up in the sky oh so high
This shit goes to you yea brothas fly high
Trap house full of shit and sum blicks
Now I gotta stand for myself
Gotta be tall like the top of the shelf
Beat the nigga up with my belt
Spoke on my fam had to slice the Nigga up like some ham
Feed him to clique Nawl this ain't no trick
Niggas wanna bite off my fame
Treat em like a dog Yea have the nigga trained
Ova here we'll put you in a chain gang
That's the only way you'll Ever have fame
Climbing to the top Iant Ever gone stop
Nigga shoot at me you gone get popped(Pop pop pop)
Ian worried bout no nigga but d rose
Rip hommie for toling that pole
Nigga had a smile mouth full of gold
Me andn my niggas Riding around The co
Bust through yo door don't even need a key
Through that bitch back she belong To the streets
Smoking sum gas letting time pass
Sun come up yea time to hit the dash
But one thing is I've been self-made
Roll that shit back n let it play ah
Yea Roll up gas and counting the cash
Music playing loud I'm hitting the dash
When 12 come running best hide the stash
The homie tried it and he got backlash
Nigga I've been self-made (Self made)
Two-time winner in fades
Sent em god ship em same day
Nigga don't fuck with me ion play games
I don't play games
Credits
Writer(s): Jay Maire Olvera
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