Self Made (feat. Brotegé & Self Spoken Lau)

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Self Spoken Sound and OddwOrld

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Shout out OddwOrld for this one
Yeah
Self Spoken Sound
Alright
Yo O, start us off right, homie
It could go down in the back seat, track meet
Run it, do the dash, got some fast feet, catch me
Tokin' on that blue cheese, fatty, match me
Threads rockin' Louie, uh, Ksubi
Still on that block, uh, shit, try, and move me
Self Spoken, uh, self made, I'ma do me
Self woke, and, uh, self paid, thought you knew me
Yeah, uh
We're top creators, the dominators, we pocket paper
Got so many M's, that we move from common denominators
Got the paper, grindin' with timin', I see a lotta haters
Every time we ballin', they talkin' like they some commentators
But we don't listen, we warriors, we could take the heat
O is like a wizard with magic, when he is makin' beats
It's kind of funny how niggas doubted us coming up
Seekin' number one, I ain't satisfied with a runner up
Blunt wit' us, sendin' us to orbit, and places
Yeah we ridin' round, and we got some whores in the spaceship
Uh, the flow's dummy, we ridin' with snow bunnies
And chocolates, making Oreos, cloggin' they throats for me
Yeah, my team ball up a lot, coachin' the team, call up the shots
Expressin' her feelings, while hoggin' the box
Her panties, a nigga is tryna drop
I'm past minimal cash, I need a car with a digital dash
We got a subliminal craft, but keepin' the dissin' at critical bash
It could go down in the back seat, track meet
Run it, do the dash, got some fast feet, catch me
Tokin' on that blue cheese, fatty, match me
Threads rockin' Louie, uh, Ksubi
Still on that block, uh, shit, try, and move me
Self Spoken, uh, self made, I'ma do me
Self woke, and, uh, self paid, thought you knew me
Yeah, uh
I'm not Superman, see, this dude's not a savior
Ain't no Sade, but she know that I'm a smooth operator, yeah
Expectin' me to fall on my knees, and save you is crazy sick
Forever bringin' out the dog, my trainin' done by Michael Vick
It's nothin' but a "G" thang, you will never know
Thinkin' you that guy, you won't see the next episode
We off the chronic, we vibin', we kickin' it, you know?
Two America's most wanted, welcome to death row
Tryna be the change of the game, but nigga, what's next, though?
I've been rappin' sick, now a nigga caught the strep throat
Got 'em feelin' nauseous, think they need to get some Pepto
They fessed, though, same niggas that be tryna flex broke
Fighting for my spot
I don't mind if I'm gettin' physical
See they movin' wocky
I'm Scottie, I'm hittin' Pippen throws
We are the only ones
You niggas got that Sodium
Standing on a podium
We're causing pandemonium
It could go down in the back seat, track meet
Run it, do the dash, got some fast feet, catch me
Tokin' on that blue cheese, fatty, match me
Threads rockin' Louie, uh, Ksubi
Still on that block, uh, shit, try, and move me
Self Spoken, uh, self made, I'ma do me
Self woke, and, uh, self paid, thought you knew me
Yeah, uh

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