Self MadeWale

[Intro]
Heh, what is this?
Maybach Music!
I like this Maybach Music (sweet!)

[Interlude: Rick Ross & Wale]
Huh, "Self Made"
Gotta handle your own
M-M-Maybach Music, J-J-J-Just Blaze
(Uh) I'ma handle mine, huh
Look, yeah

[Verse 1: Wale & Rick Ross]
They tried and tell me I don't fit up in this muh'fucker
Cause Rozay be talkin, why he think he Uncle Ruckus? (huh)
I left Jimmy, they was spending silly with my budget
And now I'm rolling with some cooler niggas I can fuck with (huh)
You by the cooler, yeah you niggas don't get no tick
Bitch I think I'm Teen Wolf, dog nigga, ballin' bitch (huh)
Fly as Ricky Steamboat, me and my Moschino
I dont wear no 501's, 1000 dollar jeans flow (whoo)
It's funny how Pucci made all the snakes gone (whoo)
I'm winning cause Ricky made my mistakes known (whoo)
It's funny that, since I put this chain on
These bitches appear quicker than State Farm (whoo)
Wale Folarin somethin they can't ever smoke
Weed I can't pronounce, man this shit would leave Rosetta stoned
This man can single handedly save the culture (huh)
You got no spark, you need some lighter, man you Sammy Sosa
So get it right okay, you ballin and I'm with the owners
You know my drive is retarded like I'm riding doughnuts
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 nigga, I dream to be all of it (whoo)
Yeah, I'm just a poet with some hangtime (whoo)
I don't really Shakespeare, I just shake dice (huh)
Miami nights, made a couple grand (right)
Private plane, TSA can kiss my ass (haha)
Lord forgive me, I'm trying, know I ain't living right (huh)
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 them take a hike
Good night, good night

[Interlude: Rick Ross & Meek Mill]
All we wanted was a opportunity
Lord knows!
It's MMG baby, the Dream Team
Better believe

[Verse 2: Meek Mill, Rick Ross & Both]
Uh, I made it myself, guess I'm self made (huh)
Fire starter, put me anywhere, I just blaze
Dropped out of school, never made it to the 12th grade
I'm so fucking raw, haters hoping that I catch AIDS (whoo)
Motivated just from being broke (whoo)
Had a dream like Martin Luther, little bit of hope
Say if Rosa never rose, Malcolm never spoke
They'd probably find me in the woods hanging from a rope
Instead they locked me in a cell just for sellin dope
When people told me I was high, I would tell them, "No"
Cause I was never hesitant to represent
Devil knocking at the door screaming, "Let me in"
Tell the owner hit the lights when we stepping in
Charlie Sheen on them haters, they don't wanna let me win
Nah, niggas they don't wanna let me win
But I'ma build it ground up (let's begin)
I kill these rappers early in the game, abortion
Spit a verse like lemme get ya fam, extortion
Send these niggas back to when they came, deportion
Make 'em forefeit and I'm porshin 600 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 vollyballin
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 thousand miles on my body
I'm gone

[Interlude: Rick Ross & Pill]
Born to win, look around
From the projects to the penthouse
Our vision never changed, we self made
Count that up, huh!
Hahah, self made, self paid man
P-I double L in the building (ATL)
Go get yo motherfuckin roll on

[Verse 3: Pill & Rick Ross]
8 in the morning when that street clock bust, kitchen overload
Door knobs turns, the aisle burn, baking soda pour
The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop
The profit margings increase, exit the V with my gun out
Outwitted, outfoxed, you overmatched
House hidden, drop tops, the sofas match
This is fine dine take out, first date make out
Diamonds blind the lens and cameramen on the stakeout
As I enter the steakhouse, pockets on humongo
Philosophical drought-a, in Prada, wild as the Congo
Africana, black as Ghana, be my attire
Mary water, marijuana stick to get higher
We blow stress through the vents of the Marriott (huh)
We self made, carry on while we carry out (huh)

[Outro: Rick Ross]
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"
M-M-Maybach Music