J Stalin - Self Made Millionaire (Ft. Lil' Retro, Lil' Blood) | Текст песни

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• J Stalin
• Self Made Millionaire (Ft. Lil' Retro, Lil' Blood)

They keep hatin , but let them cuz im stayin strapped.
nigga throw it to me, ima throw it dirty 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 im just a poor sport so niga i just gotta win.
and no, ive never been to the pin.
but ill send a nigga shells tha'tl burn his skin.
let ur ass heal up and shoot your ass again.
i cought it from the cough.
your money thinner than a moff.
bitch im justa boss.
get it all off.
throw it in the bag, never look at the cost.
ask me why i floss.
tellem cuz im supposed too.
if you was me you gone be ridin around shinin too.
im on my grind, and i aint never gettin off.
so no way, cuz i just popped another dolphin.
put her in the game of life bout some niggas loss.
fuk the crackers make a nigga spread the coff.
if i cant get to my banga im gone buy a jaw.
prod the gun the shit i learnd the shit i saw.
still got it raw.
first come fisrt surve.
homie ima gritta, i move the whole wove.
ima blow like twitter, the rest of you nigas nerds.
ima go getta, on top of that ima hitta
you could have that little bitch with a gansta finish witha.
i tell you da true, nigga thats my word
i could bring it back, cuz i could get it of the curve.

corus-L'JAY
ima self made millionaire, i could feel it coming in the air. this for my niggas thats 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.

lil retro (second verse):

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 im finna E 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 ima square but im 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 yo nigga slippen and we lacin up with shoe strings.
livewire niggas ride around with two things.
catch yo nigga slippen and we lacin up with shoe strings.
anybody could get it, smother who ever you bring.

chorus-L'JAY
ima self made millionaire, i could feel it coming in the air. this for my niggas thats 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.

lil blood (third verse):
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 im a hustla, so im not his pipe dream.
fuk what they told you, everything and what it might seem.
goin to school bummed me because my moma was a crack feign.
so i sayd fuk it, copped a bundle thang in my jeans.
made man nigga, fuck niggas aint feeling me.
catch a nigga slippen like his ass like a chimely.
fuck about you niggas cuz you pussies aint killin me.
O.G. told me get money and get straight to it.
and dont 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.
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