Busta Rhymes - Self Made lyrics
(Hook) Man I go hard, live young, die alone Too many bad b**hes, I don't ever check my phone I ball hard, man I'm in my zone YMC king, sitting on the throne My sh** the bomb, wake up early, getting it, I'm gone Everything with me right, if you don't f** with me then you wrong I ball hard, man I'm in my zone Self-made n***a, yea I did it on my own (Verse) We go hard n***a, way harder than yall n***as Find me up in the mall n***a, probably blowin racks on your broad n***a Tryna heat it up, all on my D Wade sh** New kicks, can't find, he's an East Bay b**h Got a daughter now, gotta make my daughter proud In Ohio, do you know how much respect I get? Got here all by myself With no a**istance, with no help Pretty's giving all these new rappers so much height When these motherf**ers ain't even done nothin yet Last week I made 100 flat I'm sellin out shows, I was in Japan They don't even speak my language But the motherf**ers know who I am n***as cryin broke on that TO sh** Man west flow, I'm on my CEO sh** All this gold I got on me, don't I look like C3PO b**h? (Hey, look at me) Mind on my cheddar, I got paper on my mind Murda rappers for a living and you next up in line In equisals with a b**h, then you know that she a diamond All it take is one call, so don't you get outta line (s**a!) We getting it, now what the f** yall doin? Cash money, young money, b**h we f**in do it (Hook) (Verse) Mob livin, painting my city on my ceiling We ain't trippin, we just trickin, tax cash money endless Whole team winnin, sees Versace in em License plates say you so crazy they think Martin in it You watch yo limit to fly, n***a I'm an attendant Don't play me hard, I keep a shot, give her the rainis One pop hop, fakes gathered a real pop up Man we don't care about you or your crew, word to papa Sayin sh** that you got every day a different watch Cartier, call the cops, sweepin these n***as like where's the mop? Pull off the top, closer to God Stash in the glove box This will knock yo head off, you can call it body crop Photo shop, quiet, I'm the shtt like a soda pop Call me Georgia stadium, yea I get that dome a lot Okay, young with money, cash money ha You don't know about it, come and find out (Hook) (Verse) Yall know who it is! Let em know Every single time you n***as see a n***a pull up in the spot How about it when I come in and I pull up in the drop When I come in and I co*k and pull the trigger and then I pop Yea, n***a see I'm doing it again God in the flesh and I'm k**in I'mma move it, I'm more calm than I'm fresh k**in em, abusing em and beatin n***as all up in the head while I'm losin em Back back back at it, let's go Everything about me be the sh** you wanna get with n***as got my man, count my money kinds different f** that, I'm about to get a little ignant Blap! Ah n***a, never mind, let it blow Looks it when yo n***a shine with a glow Man you probably need to go and get up here and change I know what you're gleaming, I know what you're gleamin I'm with you by the n***a though Damn, mm mm, you don't really wanna do that n***a Fall back come come now now Trust me, violent my little bro and I won't be the n***a out for my n***a Bow Wow The merry the body, in one of my compounds Yall know what they do Motherf**er better bow down! And let me get my money up Every weird b**h, even when I'm travellin to Moscow When I get up on these records and I spit It be soundin like a n***a getting beat up with a shovel YMCMB! Just brought a n***a in, now all of the motherf**ers in trouble When yall n***as get up on records It be soundin like yall n***as do a lot of soft right after you see a motherf**er like me come through Yall n***as stay, say enough and buh! (Hook)