Songtext zu 'Self Made' von Rick Ross

What is this?
Maybach Music
I like this Maybach Music, suede
Self made, gotta handle your own
Maybach Music
I'm a handle mine

Yeah, they tried to tell me I don't fit up in this motherfucker
'Cause Rozay been talkin' white, he think he Uncle Ruckus
I laugh at Jimmy, they was spendin' silly on my budget
And now I'm rollin' with some cooler niggas I can fuck with

You by the cooler, yeah, you niggas don't get no tick
Bitch, I think I'm Jean Wolf, dog nigga, ballin' bitch
Fly as Ricky steam boat, me and my Moschino
I don't wear no 501's, 1000 dollar jeans flow

It's funny I'm Gucci man, all the slates gone
I'm winnin' 'cause Ricky made my mistakes known
It's funny that since I put this chain on
These bitches appear quicker than state farm

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
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 ridin' doughnuts
Picture me rollin', young, handsome and focused
Got that vision of Pac though my branding is Oprah

Michelangelo portrait meet Mia Angelou notebook
Michael Jordan performance, nigga, I dream to be all of it
Yeah, I'm just a poet with some hang time
I don't really Shakespeare, I just shake dice

Miami nights, made a couple grand
Private plane, TSA can kiss my ass
Lord, forgive me, I'm trying, know I ain't livin' right
But this card I'm trickin' with got no limit right
In this life, you dead wrong or ain't livin' right
They on my ass like a center, make them take a hike

Goodnight, [Incomprehensible]
Lord knows, it's MMG, baby
The dream team
Better believe it

Ah, I made it myself, yes, I'm self made
Fire starter, put me anywhere I just blaze
Dropped out of school, never made it to the 12th grade
I'm so fuckin' raw, haters hopin' that I catch AIDS

Motivated just from bein' broke
Had a dream like Martin Luther, little bit of hope
If Sam Rosen never rolled, Malcolm never spoke
They'd probably find me in the woods hangin' from a rope

Instead they lock me in the cell just for sellin' dope
When people told me I was signed, I would tell them no
'Cause I was never hesitant to represent
Devil knockin' at the door screamin', "Let me in"

Tell the owner hit the locks when we steppin' 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 once again

I kill these rappers early in the game, abortion
Spit a verse like let me get ya fam, extortion
Send these niggas back to where they came, deportion
Make 'em forfeit 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 lookin' 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

Born to win, look around, from the projects to the penthouse
Our vision never changed, we self made, count that up
Self made, self paid man, P-I double L in the building
[Incomprehensible]

8 in the morning when that street clock bust
Kitchen overload, door knob turned, the aisle burn, bakin' soda pourin'
The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop
Profit margin increase, agent to beat with 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 exit the steak house, pockets on humongo
Philosophical drama and wildin' known as the Congo
Africana, Black as Ghana, be my attire
Mary water, marijuana stick to get higher

We blow stress through the vessel, the Marriott
We self made, carry on while we carry out
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