[Intro]
So self-made
Shout-out my Crenshaw niggas
Them down-south niggas
Yeahâ¦
[Verse 1]
I pray I never die a broke nigga
Terrell Owens, owing all the dope dealers
Sometimes I glorify the finer things
Because I didnât see them minor things
And the games are known by the refs
Restaurants, Iâm even greeted by the chefs
Hanginâ with the Jews, youâll get the meat on us
Banginâ with them tools, youâll get to see a bonus
All I wanted was a chance to celebrate
We in the belly of the beast
Collect calls from Gunplay
I pray one day I get to see some peace
But Iâmma ride until the wheels wonât
Anything Double-M I will kill for
Shots fired â blocka, blocka, case closed
Mexican numbers, talkinâ them pesos
[Hook]
Yeah â so many say Iâm livinâ life wrong
Yeah â I work hard and I fight strong
Young nigga, Iâm just tryna live my life long
Young nigga, Iâm just tryna live my life long
Work all night, party all night
Count money all night, then I smoke all night
Young nigga, Iâm just tryna live my life long
Young nigga, Iâm just tryna live my life long
[Verse 2]
Five in the morning, I already made five stacks
Them Satchel Paige diamonds, yeah, them bitches pitch black
Tried to put your city on your back and that shit cracked
Consider me a Caterpillar crane, gift-wrapped
About to take the load off, lifestyle so boss
I could pay your costs, all my old hoes lost
Blowinâ weed while she blowinâ me, you gettingâ blown off
And I set the bar high, hopinâ you can pole-vault
I am not a rapper, just a real nigga
Who accidentally be rhyminâ when speakinâ on how I feel
Shout-out to everybody thatâs fuckinâ with me for real
I got that fire flow and these bitches they know the drill
My style is all natural, bars is all factual
On the verse Iâmma tax you, I spin like Iâm on an axel
Survivinâ even though Iâm sick, Magic Johnson money shit
Laughinâ to the bank, but I ainât with that funny shit
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
I plan to live my life a rich nigga
Thatâs known to always keep a clip with him
Talkinâ on the Bluetooth in the 6, nigga
Lookinâ like a Westside Crip, nigga
I threw the blunt âcause she ainât wrap it right
She ainât attracted to the passive type
She told you ânoâ âcause you ainât ask her right
Iâm gettingâ head at the traffic light
Smokinâ on the kush, thatâs the average night
Money way taller than the average height
Fuck tryna live an average life
Being brokeâll make a nigga snap like a plastic knife
Fresher â Mac-11 on the dresser
All I know is Iâm gonâ get this shit together
Pressure â I know you heard the expression
Desperate times call for desperate measures
[Hook]
[Outro]
- :
- The Night I Went To... (Mixtape)
- Electric Highway
- The Birthday Tape
- God Is Great (Single)
- Driving 88
- The Otherside: Redux (Mixtape)
- Miscellaneous
- The Night I Went To...
- Spotlight
- A3C, Vol. 1
- A3C, Vol. 1 (Pt. 1)
- A3C Volume 1
- Spotlight - Single
- Self Made, Vol. 3
- MMG Presents: Self Made, Vol. 3
- God Is Great
- The Otherside
- The Otherside Redux
- Tour Song