Wale — Self Made

[Intro] Heh, what is this? Maybach Music! I like this Maybach Music Sweet! [Interlude: Rick Ross, Teedra Moses & Wale] Huh (Ooh, ah, ah) "Self Made" (Ooh, ooh) Gotta handle your own M-M-Maybach Music (Ah) J-J-J-Just Blaze (Uh) I'ma handle mine (Ah) Huh (Look, yeah) [Verse 1: Wale & Rick Ross] They tried and tell me I don't fit up in this muh'fucker Cause Rozay be 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 niggas I can fuck with (Huh) You by the cooler, yeah you niggas don't get no tick Bitch I think I'm Teen Wolf, dog nigga, ballin' bitch (Huh) Fly as Ricky Steamboat, me and my Moschino I dont wear no 501's, thousand dollar jeans flow (Woo) It's funny how Pucci made all the snakes gone (Woo) I'm winning cause Ricky made my mistakes known (Woo) It's funny that since I put this chain on These bitches appear quicker than State Farm (Woo) Wale Folarin somethin they can't ever smoke Weed I can't pronounce, man this shit 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, okay 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 although I'm branded as Oprah Michelangelo portrait meet Maya Angelou notebook Michael Jordan performance nigga, I actually all of it (Woo) Yeah, I'm just a poet with some hangtime (Woo) I don't really Shakespeare, I just shake dice (Huh) Miami nights, made a couple grand (Right) Private plane, TSA can kiss my ass (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 ass like a center, make them take a hike Good night, good night [Interlude: Rick Ross & Meek Mill] All we wanted was a opportunity Lord knows! It's MMG baby, the Dream Team Better believe [Verse 2: Meek Mill, Rick Ross & Both] 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 fucking raw, haters hoping that I catch AIDS (Woo) Motivated just from being broke (Woo) Had a dream like Martin Luther, little bit of hope Say if Rosa never rose, Malcolm never spoke They'd probably find me in the woods hanging from a rope Instead they locked me in a cell just for sellin' dope When people told me I was high, used to tell 'em, "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 don't wanna let me win Nah, niggas they don't wanna let me win But I'ma build it ground up (Let's begin) I kill these rappers early in the game, abortion Spit a verse like lemme get ya fam, extortion Send these niggas back to when they came, deportion Make 'em forfeit and I'm Porsche'in', 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 I'm gone [Interlude: Rick Ross & Pill] Born to win (Look around) From the projects to the penthouse Our vision never changed, we self made Count that up, huh! Hahaha, self made, self paid man P-I double L in the building (ATL) Go get yo motherfuckin' roll on [Verse 3: Pill & Rick Ross] 8 in the morning when that street clock bust, kitchen overload Door knobs turns, the aisle burn, baking soda pour The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop The profit margins increase, exit the V with my gun out Outwitted, outfoxed, you overmatched House hidden, drop tops, the sofas match This is fine dine take out, first date make out Diamonds blind the lens and cameramen on the stakeout As I enter the steakhouse, pockets on humongo Philosophical drought-a, in Prada, wild as the Congo Africana, black as Ghana be my attire Mary water, marijuana stick to get higher Yes, we blow stress through the vents of the Marriott (Huh) We self made, carry on while we carry out (Huh) [Outro: Rick Ross] If I woke up tomorrow and didn't have a dollar 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-Maybach Music