Dc Flyz - Self Made (Prod by Blasian Beats) Lyrics

LA
YEA
HOLD UP
CRANKEMUP

I came up off of nothing (off of nothing)
I met a plug and started with a gram
I feel like stunting (Yea)
God he really must love me (Oh Yea)
I made it through so much shit if I write a book that bitch gone be called Self Made

I came up off of nothing
I told my brother since a Youngin I was worth A Hundred
I'm gone get it make em feel it
Ain't no problem I'm gone solve it
If he drop it I'm gone flip that bitch and triple up that prophet
Bitch I'm self made
I get it, I got it, I get it
I'm gone flip that bitch so proudly
I said I'm self made
I get it, I got it, I get it
I'm gone flip that bitch so proudly
I said I'm self made

My Brodie was my brodie
Than he switched
My bitch wasn't my bitch
She f*cked the clique
That new 40 I got came from a lick
So if I cock and let it spit ,That bitch gone rip
I don't see no evil me and you not equal
I don't trust these N*****
F*ck these Bitches, they gonna switch up on you, I got hella vision, Ain't no tellin
N**** I need another kitchen,
They kicked my door in and asked me where the pistols made the front page N**** Facing 27
Lord the catch me slipping, Never
Targets in the streets your ain't even clever, Bitch I run my whole division
Check the records, I swear I came up off of nothing laser beam on my berreta (CRANKEMUP)

I came up off of nothing (Off of nothing)
I met a plug and started with a gram
I feel like stunting (Yea)
God he really must love me (Oh Yea)
I made it through so much shit if I write a book that bitch gone be called Self Made

I came up off of nothing
I told my brother since a Youngin I was worth A Hundred
I'm gone get it make em feel it
Ain't no problem I'm gone solve it
If he drop it I'm gone flip that bitch and triple up that prophet
Bitch I'm self made
I get it, I got it, I get it
I'm gone flip that bitch so proudly
I said I'm self made
I get it, I got it, I get it
I'm gone flip that bitch so proudly
I said I'm self made

Riding around in that Cherokee
And my Bitch thicker thank Cherokee
Money come and I bag it up
And that bitch like she gone marry me
Call my bro tell him roll it up
I inhale the smoke and then blow it up
Pour a cup and I sip it up slow it down and mix it up, 40 on me
Do em dirty homie see them petty bitches get excited
Who wrote the story on the front page that's not exactly how the shit happened
Still ain't said shit don't know shit, straight clap back no problem
I'm your favorite rappers motivation holmes and the youngest gunna pushing numbers
I came home with nothing (Naw Naw)
No handouts my bitch bad my clip full no stunting these n**** see
That I'm coming triples on verses know
I'm bout money
Met a plug brought it back
Tripled that
Lost it all
Got it back

I came up off of nothing (Off of nothing)
I met a plug and started with a gram
I feel like stunting (Yea)
God he really must love me (Oh Yea)
I made it through so much shit if I write a book that bitch gone be called Self Made

I came up off of nothing
I told my brother since a Youngin I was worth A Hundred
I'm gone get it make em feel it
Ain't no problem I'm gone solve it
If he drop it I'm gone flip that bitch and triple up that prophet
Bitch I'm self made
I get it, I got it, I get it
I'm gone flip that bitch so proudly
I said I'm self made
I get it, I got it, I get it
I'm gone flip that bitch so proudly
I said I'm self made