Travell Adams - T.R.A.Y. - Self Made lyrics

[Vocals: 2Pac] "Instead of me fulfilling my prophecy, I have to start one. Instead of me, you know... doing a good job and having to carry on an empire, I have to built one, and that's a hell of a job for a 21 year old. You know what I'm saying, That's a hell of a job for any youngster Male or female, To have to build an empire for your family..." [Verse 1: T.R.A.Y.] 19, contemplating my dreams Yeah I got me a Job, Im calculating my green I was caught in the struggle Arguing with my mama bout should I get a degree Or should I, go out in hustle Got a check in my left hand, a pack in my right hand What they paid me for 2 weeks, I just made in a night fam Like dam, What I look like playing myself? sh**, Its looking like im better off paying myself, Tuh 6 Months later, Im a CEO I finished school, when I figured out I knew what I need to know Finesse Realty mama, im bout to get this doe Im flipping real estate, I gotta let these b**hes know I ain't dying in the hood, never see a n***a broke Still got that good good, you can get it for the low Still got the trap-spot, right there by the liquor store $65 a gram hoe, that's what its hitting for Taking money to the bank, putting on a suit and tie Young n***a out here on his grind like its do or die That n***a must be out his mind, suicide All at the same dam time, n***a who am I The weed man the dope boy, the high school graduate Black entrepreneur, ain't that a b**h They want a n***a locked up, I ain't having it And lately I just been chilling with my savages My savages, my savages, they got me on my trapping sh** Im selling work to the teachers in my cla**es Im f**ing b**hes in the bathroom, broad day Taking selfies with some hoes, in the hallway Meanwhile I just hit a lick on a duplex My first deal, I came home with two checks Still catching the bus, no need to flex I never lose my composure Im a soldier Streets watching, Im just playing poker I keep a couple friends close, my enemies closer Politic from the other side of my culture Show you how to move in a room full of vultures From the projects with the rats and the roaches Lion of the jungle, n***a Im ferocious I side step every trap, Im everywhere you never at n***as be confused, I got to tell em that... Chorus: Im self made, I got me just worry bout you Im self made, No matter what Imma do what I do Im self made, All i know is how to get this paper Im self made, Do me a favor dont do me no favors [Verse 2: T.R.A.Y.] Fast forward couple years, a n***a done hustling I took the money that I made and put it on my publishing Shot a couple videos, put a couple posters up Now im in the studio, letting n***as know what's up Im about to drop an album, Im headed to the venue Im trying to eat, I got these rappers on the menu Im writing songs, I dont even got a pencil Im selling merchandise, my hustle just continues Im 23 now, with my one record label Im counting G's up, sitting at the kitchen table I got my logo embedded on my polo Im in Los Angeles, screaming "f** the Po Po" n***as With a Attitude, they don't even know me though I still got to diversify my, portfolio The weed man the coke boy, the high school graduate The artist the rapper the owner, immaculate Dirty money turned clean, imagine it I turned myself into my own machine, I should patent it Im in love with the green, Im pa**ionate I never could make enough, I just keep on stacking it Stacking it and stacking it, Im working on an empire The real Lucious, I ain't Lyon boy I been hired Its people who think they better because they skin lighter If it was up to them, I probably would have been fired Thats the sh** I think about whenever Im getting faded Thats the motivation, for the paper when I crave it The Same reason Im telling you Im the f**ing greatest And throw it in ya face, yeah boy I know ya hate it Its been a long time coming, I ain't perpin aye Real n***as feel me and they know that I disserve it aye I put the work in, I know I ain't perfect aye But when I finish with it, just know that its gone be... Chorus: 1x Speaking: [Shawn the goon addresses hatters]