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"Self Made Millionaire"
[feat. Lil Blood & Lil Retro]


[Verse 1: J-Stalin]
They keep hatin, but let them cause I'm stayin strapped.
Nigga throw two at me, I'm a throw thirty back
Where I live at, nigas chasin pipe dreams.
If you don't sell it you are using the cream.
Martin had a dream, malcom had a thousand men.
Me I'm just a poor sport so niga I just gotta win.
And no, I've never been to the pin.
But ill send a nigga shells tha'tl burn his skin.
Let your ass heal up and shoot your ass again.
I cought it from the cough.
Your money thinner than a moth
Bitch I'm justa boss.
Get it all off.
Throw it in the bag, never look at the cost.
Ask me why I floss.
Tellem cause I'm supposed too.
If you was me you'd be ridin around shinin too.
I'm on my grind, and I ain't never gettin off.
So no way, cause I just popped another dolph
Winner in the game of life but some niggas lost
Fuk the crackers make a nigga spread it off
If I can't get to my banga I'm a wire your jaw
Prod the gun the shit I learnd the shit I saw.
Still got it raw.
First come first surve.
Homie I'm a gritta, I move the whole werve.
I'm a blow like twitter, the rest of you niggas nerds.
I'm a go getta, on top of that I'm a hitta
You could have that bitch once a gangsta finish with her
I tell you the truth, nigga that's my word
I could bring it back, cause I could get it off the curve.

[Chorus: L'Jay]
I'm a self made millionaire, I could feel it coming in the air.
This for my niggas that's goin away.
Boy I swear I keep a Kay in your memory.
Boy I swear I keep a Kay in your memory.
Boy I swear I keep a Kay in your memory.
Boy I swear I keep a Kay in your memory.
Boy I swear I keep a Kay in your memory.
Let the drum off let these niggas still remember me.

[Verse 2: Lil Retro]
In the dimond lane, in the drivin drinking henesey
Stop seling cream but the feins still remember me
Feelin like a king with the things in my kitchen sinks
Livin like king triple beem, yeah I'm finna eat.
Each street nigga hundread racks for the energy.
Money to the the sealing got them bochie bitches fillin me.
Look em in them side yeah them boosie niggas envy me
See us in disguise but the truth, them niggas really enimees.
Suckas thinkin I'm a square but I'm two ees.
My west oakland niggas knock your ass down for to G's.
Pay attention to us show you how to do things.
Real street niggas ballin like a hoop team.
In the corner on them bitches lookin too clean.
My livewire niggas ride around with two things.
Catch a nigga slippen and we lacin up the shoe strings
Livewire niggas ride around with two things.
Catch a nigga slippen and we lacin up the shoe strings
Anybody could get it, smother who ever you bring.

[Chorus: L'Jay]
I'm a self made millionaire, I could feel it coming in the air.
This for my niggas that's goin away.
Boy I swear I keep a Kay in your memory.
Boy I swear I keep a Kay in your memory.
Boy I swear I keep a Kay in your memory.
Boy I swear I keep a Kay in your memory.
Boy I swear I keep a Kay in your memory.
Let the gun off let these niggas still remember me.

[Verse 3: Lil Blood]
I of sold dope, I have done bad.
I was on hellen witha 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.
Fuk what they told you, everything and what it might seem.
Goin to school bummy because my momma was a crack fiend
So I sayd fuk it, copped a bundle thang in my jeans.
Made man nigga, fuck niggas ain't feeling me.
Catch a nigga slippen like his ass like a chimely.
Fuck about you niggas cause you pussies ain't killin me.
O.G. told me get money and get straight to it.
And don't let your left know what your right doin.
Money motivated nigga so I chased that.
Paper to your daughter make me take you where the safe at.
Now belive that the bank shoot thirty three.
Let the whole clip lose nigga gone remember me.
Can't believe that the back shoot thirty three.
Let the whole clip lose nigga gone remember me.

[Chorus: L'Jay]
I'm a self made millionaire, I could feel it coming in the air.
This for my niggas that's goin away.
Boy I swear I keep a Kay in your memory.
Boy I swear I keep a Kay in your memory.
Boy I swear I keep a Kay in your memory.
Boy I swear I keep a Kay in your memory.
Boy I swear I keep a Kay in your memory.
Let the drum off let these niggas still remember me.

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