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Self Made Lyrics by Dabbla

2017

[Verse 1]

Made your stars do the somersault
Lick you with the Buddha palm and hit you like a Juggernaut
You're getting disconnected from the motherboard
Which ever way you wanna walk, I'll pack a fucking tomahawk
Smoke it up while I soak it up
Looking at me with that look like they've woken up
Good, get the bars connected for the narcoleptic
All I'm tryna do is make you see this shit from our perspective
Fully zoomed in, now they're tuned in
I got that new styles called wounding
Their derivatives sound like a fucking idiots written it down without understanding how to deliver it
Yeah, just about had enough of you
Same old bullshit, nothing new
All I'm tryna do is be a better me, all you ever wanna talk about is being you
I get them ghetto ways, ain't ever phased
I'm spreading marmalade up in the Everglades
Stuck in stubborn ways but it fucking pays
Plus I got some triple A's for them shitty days

[Hook]


Ring the bell, beat the drum
You can say what you like but it's not done
I'ma leave this in the air for a minute
Bring it back then I'm filling up each lung

[Verse 2]


Yeah, self trained self taught
Self made, ain't selling myself short
I smell gas, you rappers are well frass
The hells that? I switch up the blade then I change swords
Cut you into little pieces like a sushi chef
Ancient mystical suspicions like a Sufi sect
Values, morals and principles never loosely kept
Stack the spiritual currency up and do your best
I took a look at your lyrics but they ain't saying shit
These little dickheads are killing it, ain't spraying shit
I keep my fingers on buttons, triggers and pressure points
You buckle under the weight and you run away and shit
So what the fuck you wanna say?
While you pull away, I ain't here to play
Mans still in this hey, everything single way
Killing this since day, they don't get it still it's in my DNA
Shit is not a joke, still I poke away and I smoke a lot
And I overstay my welcome if I stay
You can keep your precious metals, you Roman devils you lost your credentials
I fuck the levels up there's nothing to say, ay


[Hook]

Yeah, self trained self taught
Self made, ain't selling myself short
I smell gas, you rappers are well frass
The hell's that? I switch up the blade then I change swords
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About “Self Made” by Dabbla

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