Meek Mill - Self made lyrics

{*Teedra Moses harmonizes throughout the song*} "What is this?" "Maybach Music!" "I like this Maybach Music" "Sweet!" [Intro: Rick Ross] Self made... Gotta handle your own... {M-M-M-Maybach Music} {J-J-J-J-J-Just Blaze} ...I'mma handle mine [Wale] + (Rick Ross) They tried and tell me I don't fit up in this motha f**a Cause Rozay been talkin white he think he Uncle Ruckus (HUH) I left Jimmy, they was spending silly with my budget And now I'm rolling with some cooler n***as I can f** with (HUH) You by the cooler yea you n***as don't get no tick b**h I think I'm Teen Wolf, a dog n***a, ballin' b**h (HUH) Fly as Ricky steam boat, 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) Its funny that since I put this chain on These b**hes appear quicker than state farm Wale Folarin somethin they can't ever smoke Weed I can't pronounce man this sh** 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 ok 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 and though my branding is Oprah Michelangelo portrait meet Maya Angelou notebook Michael Jordan performance n***a I dream to be all of it (WHOO) Yea, I'm just a poet with some hangtime I dont really shakespeare, I just shake dice (HUH) Miami nights, made a couple grand (right) Private plane TSA can kiss my a** (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 a** like a center make them take a hike [Meek Mill] + (Rick Ross) (All we wanted was opportunity; Lord knows~!) It's MMG baby - the dream team (better believe) 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 f**ing raw haters hoping that I catch AIDS (WHOO) Motivated just from being broke (WHOO) Had a dream like Martin Luther, little bit of hope If Rosa never rolled and Malcolm never spoke They'd probably find me in the woods hanging from a rope Instead they lock me in the cell just for sellin dope When people used to ask if 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 dont wanna let me win Nah, n***as they dont wanna let me win But I'mma build it ground up, (let's again) I k** these rappers early in the game, abortion Spit a verse like lemme get ya fam, extortion Send these n***as back to when they came, deportion Make'm 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 [Interlude: Rick Ross] Born to win - look around From the projects to the penthouse Our vision never changed, we self made Count that up - HUH~! [Pill] + (Rick Ross) Hah, self made self paid man P-I double L in the building (ATL) Go on and get yo muthaf**in roll on... 8 in the morning when that street clock bust: kitchen overload Door knob turns; the aisle burn baking soda pourin' The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop Profit margings increase, exit the V wit my gun out Out witted, out foxed you over matched House hidden, drop tops the sofas match This is fine dine take out, first date make out Diamonds blind the lens and camera men on the stakeout As I enter the steak house pockets on humongo Philosphical drama and wildin known as the congo? Africana, Black as Ghana, be my attire Mary water, marajuana that stick to get higher? We blow stress through the vents of the Marriott (HUH) We self made, carry on while we carry out [Outro: Rick Ross] If I woke up tomorrow and didn't have a dolla.. 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-M-Maybach Music}