Dyse - Self-Made (feat. Conr & Big Poppa Nutt) Lyrics

Do this all me, I don't need nobody else, every bar, every syllable, I pen it up myself
Do this all me, I don't see nobody else, in my car, at the crib, in the lab, I'm by myself
I ain't ever asked for help, I don't need nobody else
Know the Rose got my back, all of ya'll can go hell
Been expressing every sentence how I'm the best, now can't you tell?
I'm a self-made motherf*cker, I did this to myself
Do this all me, I don't need nobody else, every bar, every syllable, I pen it up myself
Do this all me, I don't see nobody else, in my car, at the crib, in the lab, I'm by myself
Do this all me, I don't need nobody else, every bar, every syllable, I pen it up myself
Do this all me, I don't see nobody else, in my car, at the crib, in the lab, I'm by myself
I'm giving lessons, yeah these tracks are like some lethal weapons
You ain't seen the best yet, I'm just coming out this deep depression
Should I plan a scheme or should I drop it when you least expect it?
Born To Struggle - Conr f*ckin raw as frozen meat sections
F*ck your chicken shit, raise the stakes(steaks) so high you'll never reach 'em
Rhymes are hot, the flow is freezing,
High-applied, I'm blowin trees n'
Tryna find a spot that's overseas n'
Have a bitch to cook me chicken; heavy over-seasoned, summer is the only season
What is life? I'm tryna know the reason
I'm feeling torn to pieces, down to the core is where there's more to me
I got your bitch down, blowin' like the Florida breeze
Yeah you know the Steez, rhymin' peace to the overseers
Leave you to the masses, I'm in grief over disasters
I'm tryna live before I die, at least have my tracks heard
Avoiding hazards, but I can't avoid myself
Sometimes I stop and wonder if there's any noise in Hell
Cuz' this evil sounds like silence,
As I'm growing older I been straying from the violence, life was rough but I'm still tryin'
My mind is my asylum, I ain't lyin'(lion), king of the jungle, Stand-up guy,
I'm never lying, stay devising clever lines & you ain't heard no better rhymes
Dawg it's a bloodbath every time,
I be working, I be grinding, you a mudflap to my drive
Do me wrong once I'll f*ckin cut off all our ties
Writing bars, this shit is my rebuttal to this life
Said if patience is a virtue, I'm a virtuous man,
If talent is a gift, then, gifted I stand
If words are like bullets then I'm the Son of Sam
Killing beats with these rhymes like the wicked man I am
Failure since conception, feared on my redemption
Indeed my inflection means don't condescend him
This an altered perception, a different perspective
Do you ever, even pay attention?
Calculated intervention, rearranging past pretensions
Disengage and patch the fences, passive, are you mad? Don't mention
Reservations, set a reservation, complicate it, time wasting, arms flailing, time trailing, mind wailing
Forgive me for flaws, drop jaws, clocks up
That's it, enough, I've had enough, stop
Your bill is due, it's time for closure
In his coffin embedded, lest we forget, dead soldier
Do this all me, I don't need nobody else,
Behind my bars, locked up, now I'm breaking out the cell
I pushed everyone away with all the rage which I befell
So I learned to work alone and take care of shit myself
A little flicker gets me fuming like a Bunsen burner
I Imbue it in my music, let the fire push it further
I'm a kind of connoisseur of a movement you maybe heard of
I'm a Hip-Hop artist and I made it from the dirt
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