Self Made Songtext
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Self Made Songtext
Major stars do the somersault
Lick you with the Buddha palm then hit you like a Juggernaut
You′re getting disconnected from the motherboard
Whichever way you wanna walk I pack a fucking tomahawk
Ay, smoke it up while I soak it up
Looking at me with that look like they've woken up
Good, get the bars connected for the narcoleptic
All I′m trying to do is make you see this shit from our perspective
Fully zoomed in now they're tuned in
I've got that new style it′s called wounding
Their derivatives sound like a fucking idiot′s
Written it down without understanding how to deliver it
Yeah, just about had enough of you
Same old bullshit, nothing new
All I'm trying to do is be a better me
All you ever want to talk about is being you
I get them getaways, ain′t never phased
I'm spreading marmalade up in the Everglades
Stuck in stubborn ways but it fucking pays
Plus I′ve got some triple A's for them shitty days
Ay, ring the bell beat the drum
You can say what you like but it′s not done
I'ma leave this in the air for a minute
Bring it back then I'm filling up each lung
Yeah, self-trained, self-taught
Self-made, ain′t selling myself short
I smell gas, you rappers are well thrashed
The hell′s that? I switch up the blades and I change swords
Cut you into little pieces like a sushi chef
Ancient mystical traditions like a Sufi sect
Values, morals and principals never loosely kept
Stack the spiritual currency up and do your best
These little dickheads are killing me, they ain't spraying shit
I keep my fingers on buttons, triggers and pressure points
You buckle under the weight and you run away and shit
Ay, so what the fuck you wanna say?
Why you pull away? I ain′t here to play
Man's still in his hay, every single way
Killing this since day, they don′t get it, still it's in my DNA
Shit is not a joke, still a poke away
And I smoke a lot, and I overstay my welcome if I stay
You can keep your precious metals you rotten devils
You lost your credentials I fucked
The levels up, there′s nothing to say
Ay, ring the bell beat the drum
You can say what you like but it's not done
I'ma leave this in the air for a minute
Bring it back then I′m filling up each lung
Yeah, self-trained, self-taught
Self-made, ain′t selling myself short
I smell gas, you rappers are well thrashed
The hell's that? I switch up the blades and I change swords
Lick you with the Buddha palm then hit you like a Juggernaut
You′re getting disconnected from the motherboard
Whichever way you wanna walk I pack a fucking tomahawk
Ay, smoke it up while I soak it up
Looking at me with that look like they've woken up
Good, get the bars connected for the narcoleptic
All I′m trying to do is make you see this shit from our perspective
Fully zoomed in now they're tuned in
I've got that new style it′s called wounding
Their derivatives sound like a fucking idiot′s
Written it down without understanding how to deliver it
Yeah, just about had enough of you
Same old bullshit, nothing new
All I'm trying to do is be a better me
All you ever want to talk about is being you
I get them getaways, ain′t never phased
I'm spreading marmalade up in the Everglades
Stuck in stubborn ways but it fucking pays
Plus I′ve got some triple A's for them shitty days
Ay, ring the bell beat the drum
You can say what you like but it′s not done
I'ma leave this in the air for a minute
Bring it back then I'm filling up each lung
Yeah, self-trained, self-taught
Self-made, ain′t selling myself short
I smell gas, you rappers are well thrashed
The hell′s that? I switch up the blades and I change swords
Cut you into little pieces like a sushi chef
Ancient mystical traditions like a Sufi sect
Values, morals and principals never loosely kept
Stack the spiritual currency up and do your best
These little dickheads are killing me, they ain't spraying shit
I keep my fingers on buttons, triggers and pressure points
You buckle under the weight and you run away and shit
Ay, so what the fuck you wanna say?
Why you pull away? I ain′t here to play
Man's still in his hay, every single way
Killing this since day, they don′t get it, still it's in my DNA
Shit is not a joke, still a poke away
And I smoke a lot, and I overstay my welcome if I stay
You can keep your precious metals you rotten devils
You lost your credentials I fucked
The levels up, there′s nothing to say
Ay, ring the bell beat the drum
You can say what you like but it's not done
I'ma leave this in the air for a minute
Bring it back then I′m filling up each lung
Yeah, self-trained, self-taught
Self-made, ain′t selling myself short
I smell gas, you rappers are well thrashed
The hell's that? I switch up the blades and I change swords
Writer(s): Jedediah David Dugdale, Andrew Lawrence Philip Pittas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
