Lawjq - Self Made (feat. Fame Jackson)

I had to get on my grind
Excuses be wasting my time
I need the bag, I need the cash
All of this money is mine
I am not passing the piff, cause they only around when you lit
You wasn't with me in the gym
I don't recall owing them shit

I had to get on my grind
Excuses be wasting my time
I need the bag. I need the cash
All of this money is mine
I turned the water to wine, I parted the sea many times
Now you wanna drip by my side
Can't swim b*tch
You gone drown

I remember them days
Broke as f*ck, pitching on the block
My man had the white and I had the weed
Running From cops had to get off the scene
Risking our life for some green and some dreams
Burning them tips, then we Wrapping them up this ain't for Christmas
We flipping them bucks
Just another RE3EL with master plan b*tch
I Want it all like the white man
Need it all like I'm penny pinching
The way I'm flipping think I'm Richard Nixon
Got my rebels gripping like a cobra livid

A different wrap you can tell I'm gifted
Speak through bars like ah jail visitI came in this game just for one Mission
All of my rebels just pay attention
Bare witness to that new sh*t
That get ya mind right, that 3rd eye Sight
Gotta stay woke, cause they sleeping on me
Circle real small I'm the only homie
Dirty by by my lonely
Aint No you and I
Me, myself and I is how a king ride
I came from the bottom with nothing to eat
When I needed Help y'all did nothing for me

Out in these streets and I just had to get
Robbing alone cause y'all wasn't with it
Self made now I'm counting these Digits
Anybody said I wouldn't do it, now I did it
I come from the bottom, I come from the trenches ah n*gga Been poor
But be rich in ah second. I started with nothing, but I die legend
I don't owe em' sh*t there is no Second guessing
RE3EL

I don't owe you n*ggas shit
Why look at me, call me a myth, we was shooting I the gym
When your lil' b*tches quit
Lil' n*ggas wanna hit amd can't touch the rim, uh
We don't go half on no bill
My n*gga he sitting in a cell, he aint got no bill
First lick I was 12
Had to do it myself, stick a n*gga myself, uh
I came up from the shelf, I came up wit no wealth
In the kitchen I'm cooking like a chef
12 come Im running outta' breath

Pop a pill give me head n*gga, can't fuck, gotta man n*gga
Self made can't tell me sh*t I came up from the Basement, uh
No cheese they moving like rats, these n*ggas they all on my a**
It's like I was made in a past, got The old b*tch swag, got the old b*tch cash, uh
These old b*tches looking mad, self made, self paid I'm faded
Pinky's up tonight we celebrating, yea!
Now that I'm on my grind f*ck n*ggas can't waste my time
I got the bag, I Got the cash
All of this money is mine

Self made upgraded, came up from the basement
Yeah yeah, your girl, Fame, YA!

Written by:
DALLAS RALPH DAVIS ROSE, ESTHER JACKSON, JONTAI QUAVON MCCLAIN

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