Self Made Millionaire lyrics

[Verse 1: J. Stalin]
They keep hating but let 'em cause I'm staying strapped
n*gga throw 2 at me I'ma throw 30 back
Where I live at n*ggas chasing pipe dreams
If you ain't' selling then you using the cream
Martin had a dream, Malcolm had a 1,000 men
Me I'm just a poor sport so n*gga I just gotta win
And no I ain't never been to the pen
But I send a n*gga shells that'll burn the skin
Let your ass heal up and shoot ya ass again
I'm cut from the cloth
Your money thinner than a moth
b*tch I'm just a boss, get it all off
Throw it in the bag and never look at the cost
Ask me why I floss, tell 'em cause I'm supposed to
If you was me you'd be riding round shining too
I'm on my grind, and I ain't never gettin' off
So don't wait, cause I just popped another off
Winner in the game of life, but some n*ggas lost
f*ck them crackas making n*ggas spread and cough
If I can't get to my banga I'ma wire ya jaw
Product of the sh*t I learned, the sh*t I saw
Still got it raw, first come first serve
Homie I'm a getta, I move the whole bird
Finna blow like twitter, rest of you n*ggas nerds
I'm a go getta on top of that I'm a hitta
You can have that lil b*tch
When the gangsta finish with her
I'm a tell you the truth, n*gga that's my word
I could get it back, cause I get it off the curb
[Hook: L'Jay]
I'm a self made millionaire
I can feel it coming in the air
This for my n*ggas thats gone away
Though I swear I keep a K in your memory
Though I swear I keep a K in your memory
Though I swear I keep a K in your memory
Though I swear I keep a K in your memory
Though I swear I keep a K in your memory
Let this drum off
Bet these n*ggas gone remember me

[Verse 2: Lil Retro]
In the diamond lane and I'm driving drinking hennessy
Stopped selling cream but the fiends still remember me
Feeling like a dream, with them things in my kitchen sink
Living like a king, triple beam, ya I'm finna eat
Street n*gga 100 racks for the energy
Money to the ceiling got from boogie b*tches feeling me
Look him in his eyes ya them boosie n*ggas envy me
Fans in disguise but the truth those n*ggas into me
Suckas thinking I'm a square but I'm 2 peace
My West Oakland n*ggas knock your ass down for 2 g's
Pay attention to us show you how to do things
Real street n*ggas balling like a hoop team
Bending corners on them b*tches looking too clean
My livewire n*ggas ride around with 2 things
Catch a n*gga slipping and we lacing up with shoestrings
Anybody can get it, smother whoever you bring
[Hook: L'Jay]
I'm a self made millionaire
I can feel it coming in the air
This for my n*ggas thats gone away
Though I swear I keep a K in your memory
Though I swear I keep a K in your memory
Though I swear I keep a K in your memory
Though I swear I keep a K in your memory
Though I swear I keep a K in your memory
Let this drum off
Bet these n*ggas gone remember me

[Verse 3: J. Stalin]
I done sold dope
I have done bad
I was on ? with a choppa and a ski mask
In the trap with the gangstas bustin' down cream
See I'm a hustla, so I'm not his pipe dream
f*ck what they told you, everything ain't what it might seem
Goin' to school bummed me because my momma was a crack feind
So I said f*ck it, copped a bundle thang in my jeans
Made man n*gga, f*ck n*ggas ain't feeling me
Catch a n*gga slippin' light his ass like a chimney
f*ck about you n*ggas cause you pussies ain't killin' me
O.G. told me get money and stick to it
And don't let your left know what your right doin'
Money motivated n*gga so I chased that
Paper to your daughter make 'em take me where the safe at
Now believe that the bank shoot thirty three
Let the whole clip off you n*ggas gone remember me
Can't believe that the bank shoot thirty three
Let the whole clip off you n*ggas gone remember me
[Hook: L'Jay]
I'm a self made millionaire
I can feel it coming in the air
This for my n*ggas thats gone away
Though I swear I keep a K in your memory
Though I swear I keep a K in your memory
Though I swear I keep a K in your memory
Though I swear I keep a K in your memory
Though I swear I keep a K in your memory
Let this drum off
Bet these n*ggas gone remember me