Self-made
Self-made
Yo, what a bum-bucklet some boy feel like
*** alone fi rich
Now tis his tax
Know I came up from the start, I'm on a go
And I'm in with my niggas, my niggas up on a roll
When all my niggas came round
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Know I did it from the start, I'm on the go
You ain't really down, so I did it on my own
Yeah, I ain't givin' no hand-outs, Your nigga, I'm the man now
So I'ma stand out, Here, them niggas can stand out
Know I did it from the start, I'm on the go
You ain't really down, so I did it on my own
Yeah, I ain't givin' no hand-outs, Your nigga, I'm the man now
So I'ma stand out, Here, them niggas can stand out
Nigga, I'm the man now, ain't givin' handouts
Hatin' you, get manned out, I'm with my gang now
I be on the road and my niggas get you packed out
I be on my ones, hooded up and I'm blacked out
I be tryna get a milli, your nigga tryna get racked out
Niggas say they got me, they lyin', they really capped out
I do it on my lonely speaker, knockers in my tracks
I be tryna get a milli, so I'm droppin' off the class now
I be in the booth, tellin' real life stories
They tryna be my friend, I ain't lookin' for no sorry
You lyin' to my face, I see the hate up in my car
I eat a different color diamonds, that be dancin' like some smarties
No, I did it from the start, I'm on the go
You ain't really down, so I did it on my own
Yeah, I ain't givin' no handouts, your nigga, I'm the man now
Nippin', so I'ma stand out, here these niggas can stand out
No, I did it from the start, I'm on the go
You ain't really down, so I did it on my own
Yeah, I ain't givin' no handouts, your nigga, I'm the man now
Nippin', so I'ma stand out, here these niggas can stand out
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Making money with the money go, looking so rich and we making the chore
Haters they be hating all them chai, ain't no stopping us though
We get them in a machine, bust down and none of them melt
Them no manna everywhere, they tackle the honour we build
Stamps we run the road, doing whatever we feel like
Chopping it up, what you know about the street life
Up in the club, watching the girls be working money
What do you know, a dungeon mat with dirty money
Run the road, my dogs are east, gun them loads, we strap the heat
Yard man inna the ghetto, we hustle in hard, we not accept defeat
Never switch, never sell out and never snitch
Me a the man, me set the plan, me dog them super rich
What you know, me touch the road, my dogs are old
Link up to Z, now the stocks are gross
Locked on up, me dodge them up, we on the go, on the go
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