Self Made Lyrics

(Me and bro got the chop pull up ay)

Me and bro got the chop pull up hit 'em in his face

Pull up on that bitch that broad day

You ain't wit that shit that you say

Why you want attention, we gon put you in yo fuckin place

Tell that boy sit down,

Frontin on the net tell that boy pipe down

'N you playin wit the team you finna catch a hunned rounds

I'm fuckin on yo bitch tell her not to make a sound

Ain't nobody gotta say it I'm the best that's not a doubt

But I'm just getting started,

But I know that I'm the hardest

Comparing me to you, yeah you must be retarded

When we look back in time safe to say I got the farthest

'N Ill never need a label to have to push my products

Yeah, I'm all self made, that's the shit that I proclaim

And you rappin bout a gang, but the members they don't claim

That you ever been apart of them, that's the funny thing

All y'all tryna do is hate, I just smoke a fat blunt to the face

I'm jus tryna get some brain, I don't even know her name

But she has a pretty face, I really hope she ain't the same

Yeah, like juice said, how you throw up 2 sets?

You ain't makin no checks, bitch you settling for less,

Standing still when you get pressed, yeah we shot him in his chest

I got a bitch that gave me neck, I got another one on deck

All y'all pussy's playin checkers, when I play I'm playin chess

Aye, yuh when I play I'm playin chess

Yeah this shit is all game

Bitches gettin BBL's for the fuckin fame

I'm finna fuckin win, finna take away the pain

I'm finna fuck your bitch, finna pass her to the gang

I'm finna run it up, fuck a friend, and fuck the fame

Yeah I'm finna do it, be first to do it by my lone

I put on my soul nowhere I could call home

That's why I smoke the gas and take it to the dome

Makes me feel like I'm okay being silent all alone

Makes me sit and watch my thoughts like I'm a fuckin drone

Like were all AI

Actin like they woke, that's why I hate those guys

You woke, and you broke, that's why I hate those lies

Yeah I hate that you cappin

Yeah I hate that you rappin

'N I hate even more that your dumbass thinks you stackin

'N you haven't even touched 10 bands yeah, you better quit slackin

But your more worried about all your "so called trappin"

Yeah lets see the splits

I bet you it ain't shit

I'll pull up on your bitch

And she complain to me, said she need some better dick

And she need a real man who's finna get her rich

She don't need a little boy, whos still actin like a bitch

That bitch may have left but she knows that I'm the best that she'll ever fuckin get

Yeah that bitch knows I'm the best that she'll ever mothafuckin get

Yeah, fuck that fucking bitch!