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j. stalin – self made millionaire lyrics

[verse 1: j. stalin]
they keep hating but let ’em cause i’m staying strapped
n-gg- throw 2 at me i’ma throw 30 back
where i live at n-gg-s chasing pipe dreams
if you ain’t’ selling then you using the cream
martin had a dream, malcolm had a 1,000 men
me i’m just a poor sport so n-gg- i just gotta win
and no i ain’t never been to the pen
but i send a n-gg- sh-lls that’ll burn the skin
let your -ss heal up and shoot ya -ss again
i’m cut from the cloth
your money thinner than a moth
b-tch i’m just a boss, get it all off
throw it in the bag and never look at the cost
ask me why i floss, tell ’em cause i’m supposed to
if you was me you’d be riding round shining too
i’m on my grind, and i ain’t never gettin’ off
so don’t wait, cause i just popped another off
winner in the game of life, but some n-gg-s lost
f-ck them crackas making n-gg-s spread and cough
if i can’t get to my banga i’ma wire ya jaw
product of the sh-t i learned, the sh-t i saw
still got it raw, first come first serve
homie i’m a getta, i move the whole bird
finna blow like twitter, rest of you n-gg-s nerds
i’m a go getta on top of that i’m a hitta
you can have that lil b-tch
when the gangsta finish with her
i’m a tell you the truth, n-gg- that’s my word
i could get it back, cause i get it off the curb

[hook: l’jay]
i’m a self made millionaire
i can feel it coming in the air
this for my n-gg-s thats gone away
though i swear i keep a k in your memory
though i swear i keep a k in your memory
though i swear i keep a k in your memory
though i swear i keep a k in your memory
though i swear i keep a k in your memory
let this drum off
bet these n-gg-s gone remember me

[verse 2: lil retro]
in the diamond lane and i’m driving drinking hennessy
stopped selling cream but the fiends still remember me
feeling like a dream, with them things in my kitchen sink
living like a king, triple beam, ya i’m finna eat
street n-gg- 100 racks for the energy
money to the ceiling got from boogie b-tches feeling me
look him in his eyes ya them boosie n-gg-s envy me
fans in disguise but the truth those n-gg-s into me
suckas thinking i’m a square but i’m 2 peace
my west oakland n-gg-s knock your -ss down for 2 g’s
pay attention to us show you how to do things
real street n-gg-s balling like a hoop team
bending corners on them b-tches looking too clean
my livewire n-gg-s ride around with 2 things
catch a n-gg- slipping and we lacing up with shoestrings
anybody can get it, smother whoever you bring

[verse 3: j. stalin]
i done sold dope
i have done bad
i was on ? with a 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
f-ck what they told you, everything ain’t what it might seem
goin’ to school b-mmed me because my momma was a crack feind
so i said f-ck it, copped a bundle thang in my jeans
made man n-gg-, f-ck n-gg-s ain’t feeling me
catch a n-gg- slippin’ light his -ss like a chimney
f-ck about you n-gg-s cause you p-ss-es ain’t k!llin’ me
o.g. told me get money and stick to it
and don’t let your left know what your right doin’
money motivated n-gg- so i chased that
paper to your daughter make ’em take me where the safe at
now believe that the bank shoot thirty three
let the whole clip off you n-gg-s gone remember me
can’t believe that the bank shoot thirty three
let the whole clip off you n-gg-s gone remember me

- j stalin lyrics

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