Wale, Meek Mill, Teedra Moses - Self Made lyrics

Heh, what is this? Maybach Music!
I like this Maybach Music sweet!

Huh (Ooh, ah, ah) "Self Made" (Ooh, ooh)
Gotta handle your own m-M-Maybach Music (Ah)
J-J-J-Just Blaze (Uh) i'ma handle mine (Ah)
Huh (Look, yeah)

They tried and tell me I don't
Fit up in this muh'fucker
Cause Rozay be talkin' white
He think he Uncle Ruckus (Huh)
I left Jimmy
They was spending silly with my budget
And now I'm rolling with some cooler
Niggas I can fuck with (Huh)
You by the cooler
Yeah you niggas don't get no tick
Bitch I think I'm Teen Wolf, dog nigga
Ballin' bitch (Huh)
Fly as Ricky Steamboat, me and my Moschino
I don't wear no 501's
Thousand dollar jeans flow (Woo)
It's funny how Pucci made
All the snakes gone (Woo)
I'm winning cause Ricky made
My mistakes known (Woo)
It's funny that since I put this chain on
These bitches appear quicker than State Farm
(Woo)
Wale Folarin somethin they can't ever smoke
Weed I can't pronounce
Man this shit would leave Rosetta stoned
This man can single handedly save the culture
(Huh)
You got no spark, you need some lighter
Man you Sammy Sosa so get it right
Okay you ballin' and I'm with the owners
You know my drive is retarded
Like I'm riding doughnuts
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 actually all of it (Woo)
Yeah, I'm just a poet with some hangtime
(Woo) i don't really Shakespeare
I just shake dice (Huh)
Miami nights, made a couple grand (Right)
Private plane, TSA can kiss my ass (Haha)
Lord forgive me, I'm trying
Know I ain't living right (Huh)
But this card I'm trickin'
With got no limit, right?
In this life
You dead wrong or ain't living right
They on my ass like a center
Make them take a hike good night, good night

All we wanted was a opportunity lord knows!
It's MMG baby, the Dream Team
Better believe

Uh, I made it myself, guess I'm self made
(Huh)
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 (Woo)
Motivated just from being broke (Woo)
Had a dream like Martin Luther
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 sellin' dope
When people told me I was
High, used to tell 'em, "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 (Let's begin)
I kill these rappers early in the game
Abortion
Spit a verse like lemme get ya fam, extortion
Send these niggas back to when they came
Deportion
Make 'em forfeit and I'm Porsche'in'
600 horses 911, somebody call 'em
Kemba Walker, cross 'em over
Somebody fallin'
Jump back, I hit the shot, somebody ballin'
I'm at the dealer and I
Hear that Maserati callin'
Black and white diamonds looking like
My neck be vollyballin'
And this presi lookin like
Somebody pottied on it
I don't gotta join Illuminati just
To get a new Bugatti i'm just ridin'
I done put a thousand miles 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, huh!
Hahaha, self made, self paid man
P-I double L in the building (ATL)
Go get yo motherfuckin' roll on

8 in the morning when that street clock bust
Kitchen overload
Door knobs turns, the aisle burn
Baking soda pour
The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop
The 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 and
Cameramen on the stakeout
As I enter the steakhouse, pockets on humongo
Philosophical drought-a, in Prada
Wild as the Congo
Africana, black as Ghana be my attire
Mary water, marijuana stick to get higher
Yes, we blow stress through the
Vents of the Marriott (Huh)
We self made, carry on while we carry out
(Huh)

If I woke up tomorrow and
Didn't have a dollar
As long as I have my heart
I can get it all over
Dream Team, we the '93 Chicago Bulls baby
The lovely Teedra Moses, Self Made
M-M-Maybach Music