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SelfMade
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Hip-Hop/Rap
SelfMade was released on September 20, 2024 by MovieKrewe Entertainment as a part of the album W.O.A
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AlbumW.O.A
Release DateSeptember 20, 2024
LabelMovieKrewe Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM173

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Anthony Smalls
Anthony Smalls
Conductor
Anthony Hernandez
Anthony Hernandez
Conductor
Terrell Flemming
Terrell Flemming
Conductor
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Taveyan Lowe
Taveyan Lowe
Songwriter
Dewayne L. Tomlin Jr.
Dewayne L. Tomlin Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Johnathan Gage Ashton
Johnathan Gage Ashton
Mastering Engineer
Dewayne L. Tomlin Jr.
Dewayne L. Tomlin Jr.
Producer

Lyrics

Hollywoodd, this shit crazy
Hollywoodd, you snap
Yeah, this the life I live, yeah, this the life I love
Remember how I took my first ten racks off of drugs
The shit I used to re-up with, now that ain't enough
And then a hundred dollar flips, a couple bands plus
Real **** stand up, I'm a real stand-up ****
I pray I go out with respect with my hand on the trigger
Now I'm gon' go out with a check, my folks comin' in richer
She wish me coulda last long, she shoulda took a picture
I ain't even off this rap, but I'm gettin' bigger
Tryna make it out this trap, but it's gettin' bigger
I'm zoned in, a slave to these racks, a self-made ****
She on it, but she ain't my type, I'm passin' my ****
Yeah, you got a cute lil' shape, but you ain't seven ****
I wouldn't even take you to five guys, you fuck with seven ****
I love shit, D.O.A. dead on the ride, but not even in the picture
She ask me why my cut be dark as fuck, she wanna know the mixture
And why I call this dead white man my best friend
And why every time I leave, I grab my weapon
Protection, they run up again, they'll be a dead man
I aint stressin on **** and bitches, I'm rich as ever
I said I love her, but I was high when I had Teller
Don't let me die, cause they gon' spin like a propeller
I'll never turn my back on none of my brothers, no, not never
Yeah, this the life I live, yeah, this the life I love
Remember how I touched my first ten racks off of drugs
The shit I used to reel with, now that ain't enough
And then a hundred dollar flips, a couple bands plus
Real **** stand up, I'm a real stand-up ****
I pray I go out with respect with my hand on the trigger
No, I'm gon' go out with a check, my folks come in here richer
She wish we coulda last long, she shoulda took a picture
Yeah, she fine as hell, but I wanna see what that hair do
Y'all love the laced drugs, so I'ma get you a laced tooth
Do it right the first time, there ain't no take-two
Some hoes just ain't you,
And to my mama from her older son
Just wanna thank you, you showed me every shit in this world
That a young **** can't do
When I get rich, don't worry about shit, I'ma personally bank you
You number one in every stat, if I personally rank you
Taking risks, the police on our dick, so we gon' switch the whip
This ain't a myth, could be a mannequin, so couldn't fake this shit
One **** run up on me wrong, and he gon' face a four-neck
I crack the G in front of your bitch, now she tryna eat dick
Self-made ****, fly as a feather
The Mary Boone on my shoes, palm angel on my sweater
Go home to you, but let her tell ya'll ain't together
Why trust a bitch when you can pick a day from now and never leave
Hollywoodd dis sh*t crazy
Written by: Dewayne L. Tomlin Jr., Taveyan Lowe
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