[Intro: Talking - Rick Ross]
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Self made
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Gotta handle your own
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I'm a handle mine
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[Verse 1: Wale]
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They tried and tell me I don't fit up in this motha fucka
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Cause Rozay been talkin white he think he Uncle Ruckus
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I laugh at Jimmy, they was spending silly with my budget
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And now I'm rolling with some cooler niggas I can fuck with
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You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick
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Bitch I think I'm Jean Wolf (don't know correcct spelling)
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A dog nigga, ballin' bitch
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Fly as Ricky steam boat
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Me and my Moschino
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I don't wear no 501's
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1000 dollar jeans flow
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It's funny I'm gucci man all the slates gone
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I'm winning cause Ricky made my mistakes known
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It's funny that since I put this chain on
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These bitches appear quicker than state farm
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Wale Folarin somethin they can't ever smoke
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Weed I can't pronounce man
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This shit would leave Rosetta stoned
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This man can single handedly save the culture
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You got no spark you need some lighter man you sammy sosa
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So get it right ok you ballin and I'm with the owners
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You know my drive is retarded like I'm riding doughnuts
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Picture me rollin'
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Young, handsome and focused
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Got that vision of pac
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And though my branding is Oprah
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Michelangelo portrait meet Mia Angelou notebook
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Michael Jordan performance nigga I dream to be all of it
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Yea, I'm just a poet with some hangtime
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I don't really shakespeare
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I just shake dice
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Miami nights, made a couple grand
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Private plane TSA can kiss my ass
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Lord forgive me I'm trying know I ain't living right
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But this card I'm trickin' with got no limit right
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In this life you dead wrong or ain't living right
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They on my ass like a center make them take a hike
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[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
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It's MMG baby
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The dream team
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I made it myself
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Guess I'm self made
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Fire starter put me anywhere I just blaze
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Dropped out of school never made it to the 12th grade
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I'm so fucking raw haters hoping that I catch AIDS
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Motivated just from being broke
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Had a dream like Martin Luther, little bit of hope
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If Sam Rosen never rolled and Malcom never spoke
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They'd probably find me in the woods hanging from a rope
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Instead the lock me in the cell just for sellin dope
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When people used to ask if I was signed I would tell them no
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Cause I was never hesitant to represent
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Devil knocking at the door screaming let me in
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Tell the owner hit the locks when we stepping in
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Charlie Sheen on them haters, they don't wanna let me win
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Nah, niggas they don't wanna let me win
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But I'm a build it ground up, once again
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I kill these rappers early in the game, abortion
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Spit a verse like lemme get ya fam, extortion
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Send these niggas back to when they came, deportion
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Make'm forefeit and I'm porshin 600 horses
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911, somebody call'em
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Kemba Walker crossem over, somebody fallin
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Jump back, I hit the shot, somebody ballin
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I'm at the dealer and I hear that Maserati callin
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Black and white diamonds looking like my neck be vollyballin
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And this presi lookin like somebody pottied on it
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I don't gotta join illuminati just to get a new Bugatti
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I'm just ridin I done put a thousand miles on my body
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[Talking: Rick Ross]
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Born to win
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Look around
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From the projects to the penthouse
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Our vision never changed, we self made
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Count that up
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[Verse 3: Pill]
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Self made self paid man
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P-I double L in the building
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8 in the morning when that street clock bust
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Kitchen overload
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Door knob turns
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The aisle burn baking soda pourin'
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The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop
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Profit margings increase
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Agent to beat with my gun out
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Out witted, out foxed you over matched
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House hidden, drop tops the sofas match
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This is fine dine take out
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First date make out
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Diamonds blind the lens and camera men on the stakeout
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As I enter the steak house pockets on humongo
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Philosphical drama and wildin known as the congo
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Africana, Black as Ghana, be my attire
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Mary water, marajuana that stick to get higher
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We blow stress through the vessel, the Marriott
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We self made, carry on while we carry out
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[Rick Ross:]
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If I woke up tomorrow and didn't have a dolla
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As long as I have my heart I can get it all over
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