Self Made

Word to God they don't care if I’m ghost

If I were to sleep now, who gon’ profit the most?

Me muthafucka’

Cause I own what I do

Ain't no bitch-made snakes infiltrating my crew

I been studying the game since you was a young thug

I done’ seen these rappers change more than beggars’ money cups

Ooh

Can’t choose how ya destiny sows

But you can choose every bar that you flow

The more that you know

I see ‘em chasing validation like crack fiends stuck to the screen

Doing the most to be seen

I think y'all forget where this rap dream started

Respect to the martyrs and godfathers you disregarded

Back to the origins

Sever the snake's head

Resurrecting boom bap like Lazarus from the dead

I’m the good, I’m the bad and ugly

Every side of me exposed

Takes notes and judge me

I don't like the way he rap

Where the fuck is all his cash?

I don’t like the way he look

Ain't a crook to me

I don't feel like he the boss

He ain't whippin‘ fancy cars

Where the rocks in his jewelry?

Huh

(Tell me)

I don't like the way he rap

I don’t like the way he look

I don't feel like he the boss

He ain't whippin‘ fancy cars

Where the rocks in his jewelry?

Huh

I’m a poncho wearing gunslinger

Scorched desert rap singing

Dusty Clint Eastwood

(Bang bang)

I’m a brown-faced fist swinging

Pant saggin’ sticky finger

Yucky little no good

(Gang gang)

I'm used to being overlooked

Skipped over and disrespected

Raised in this rich man's world it's hard to blend in

Word to Jesus swinging and blinging from my necklace

I'll never bend my knee

The prophet’s manifested

What you mad cause’ I’m talking facts?

Industry plants couldn't last

In their house of glass

I flick the match to the gasoline

Watch em’ flee like I’m Wesley Snipes in Blade Three

I was never concerned with chasing gimmicky trends

I was carving my lane while you a slave to the yen

Then again

Fake rappers don't make cents in the long game

Well praised

I’m Classik

I’m self made

I don't like the way he rap

Where the fuck is all his cash?

I don’t like the way he look

Ain't a crook to me

I don't feel like he the boss

He ain't whippin‘ fancy cars

Where the rocks in his jewelry?

Huh

(Tell me)

I don't like the way he rap

I don’t like the way he look

I don't feel like he the boss

He ain't whippin‘ fancy cars

Where the rocks in his jewelry?

Huh

(Tell me)

I don't like the way he rap

Where the fuck is all his cash?

I don’t like the way he look

Ain't a crook to me

I don't feel like he the boss

He ain't whippin‘ fancy cars

Where the rocks in his jewelry?

Huh

(Tell me)

I don't like the way he rap

I don’t like the way he look

I don't feel like he the boss

He ain't whippin‘ fancy cars

Where the rocks in his jewelry?

Classik