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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wale
Wale
Vocals
Meek Mill
Meek Mill
Vocals
Pill
Pill
Vocals
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Vocals
Teedra Moses
Teedra Moses
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Olubowale Akintimehin
Olubowale Akintimehin
Songwriter
Tyrone Rivers
Tyrone Rivers
Songwriter
William Roberts
William Roberts
Songwriter
Justin Smith
Justin Smith
Songwriter
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Robert Rihmeek Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Just Blaze
Just Blaze
Producer
Tal Miller
Tal Miller
Mastering Engineer
John Rivers
John Rivers
Recording Engineer
Young Guru
Young Guru
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
They try and tell me I don't fit up in this muthafucka
'Cause Rozay be talkin white, he think he Uncle Ruckus
I laugh at Jimmy, they was spending silly with my budget
And now I'm rolling with some cooler **** I can fuck with
You by the cooler, yeah, you **** don't get no tick
Bitch I think I'm Teen Wolf, dog **** ballin', bitch
Fly as Ricky Steamboat, me and my Moschino
I don't wear no 501's, thousand dollar jean flow
It's funny how Gucci made all the snakes gone
I'm winning 'cause Ricky made my mistakes known
It's funny that since I put this chain on
These bitches appear quicker than State Farm
Wale Folarin, somethin' they can't ever smoke
Weed I can't pronounce, man, this shit'll leave Rosetta stoned
This man can single handedly  save the culture
You got no spark, you need some lighter, man, you Sammy Sosa
So get it right, okay, you ballin', man, I'm with the owners
You know my drive is retarded like I'm riding donuts
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, ****, I'm actually all of it
Yeah, I'm just a poet with some hang time
I don't really Shakespeare, I just shake dice
Miami nights, made a couple grand
Private plane, TSA can kiss my ass
Lord forgive me, I'm tryin', know I ain't living right
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 'em take a hike
Good night, good night, yeah
[Verse 2]
All we wanted was the opportunity
Lord knows
It's MMG baby
The dream team
Better believe
[Verse 3]
Uh, I made it myself, guess I'm self made
Fire starter put me anywhere, I just blaze
Dropped out of school, never made it to the twelfth grade
I'm so fucking raw haters hopin' that I catch AIDS
Motivated just from being broke
Had a dream like Martin Luther, lil' bit of hope
If Sam Rosen never rolled, Malcolm never spoke
They'd probably find me in the woods hanging from a rope
Instead they lock me in a cell just for sellin' dope
When people told me I was high, I used to tell 'em, no
'Cause I was never hesitant to represent
Devil knocking at the door screamin', let me in
Tell the owner hit the lights when we steppin' in
Charlie Sheen on them haters, they don't wanna let me win
Nah, ****, they don't wanna let me win
But I'm a build it ground up, once again
I kill these rappers early in the game, abortion
Spit a verse like lemme get your fam, extortion
Send these **** back to when they came, deportion
Make em forfeit and I'm Porsche, six hunnid 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 volley-ballin'
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 million miles all on my body
I'm gone
[Verse 4]
Born to win
Look around
From the projects to the penthouse
Our vision never changed, we self made
Count that up
[Verse 5]
Self made, self paid, man
P I double L in the building
[Verse 6]
Eight in the morning when that street clock bust, kitchen overload
Door knob turns, the aisle burn, baking soda pour
The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop
Profit margins increase, exit the V with my gun out
Out witted, out foxed, you over matched
House hidden, drop tops the sofas match
This is fine dine take out, first date make out
Diamonds blind the lens, and camera men on the stakeout
As I exit the steak house pockets on humongo
Philosophical drama and prolly wild as the Congo
Africana, Black as Ghana, be my attire
Mary wanna, marijuana stick to get higher
Yes, we blow stretch through the vents of the Marriott
We self made, carry on while we carry out
[Verse 7]
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
Written by: Just Blaze, Olubowale Akintimehin, Tyrone Rivers, William Roberts
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