Self-Made

Bryson Tiller

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    You already know
    Young Tiller
    Let's go

    Gucci on my belt
    Bought a necklace for myself
    Bought Giuseppe for myself
    Spent them blessings on myself
    Donatello, that's a killa
    I smoke purple out the shell
    She want Birkin, she want Gucci purse, she want Chanel
    Got it

    I spend that 'cause I earned it for myself
    Got my shawty out the way and now I'm splurging on myself
    You should worry 'bout yourself
    I've been working on myself
    I've been balling like I'm Curry
    Need a jersey for myself
    (Yeah, I need a jersey for myself)

    What's next? I'm nervous for myself
    If I changed, I became a better version of myself
    Bought a chain, bought two more
    Yeah, I deserve that for myself
    And my neighbors look at me
    Like, "How he purchase that himself?"

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    'Cause I'm a seven-figure
    Self-made nigga
    Blow the money, get it back the next day, nigga
    (Made it back, yeah)
    Wow, what the check say, nigga?
    I'm getting paid, nigga
    Need a chef and maid, nigga

    And a Gucci on my belt
    Bought a necklace for myself
    Bought Giuseppe for myself
    Spent them blessings on myself
    Donatello, that's a killa
    I smoke purple out the shell
    She want Birkin, she want Gucci purse, she want Chanel
    Got it

    Must've heard a hundred niggas say they made me ("I made that, nigga!")
    So, which one you niggas made me?
    Don't know who you talking to, not me
    Oh, no, you can't be
    They wan' be my fam but my crew is sucker-lame free
    I just want a yacht and a jet-ski
    Pull up on your block, Icy Hot, Wayne Gretzkey
    Fucking con artist, boy, you sketchy
    Pretty but she messy, only wanna sex me

    'Cause I'm a seven-figure
    Self-made nigga
    Blow the money, get it back the next day, nigga
    (Made it back, yeah)
    Wow, what the check say, nigga?
    I'm getting paid, nigga
    Need a chef and maid, nigga

    Count that mula with my thumb
    502, that's where I'm from
    Used to stay on Hazelwood
    You see trouble then you run
    Word to Joker Noble
    We don't do this shit for fun
    Hundred million, then I'm done
    Poochie laid out in the sun
    Like I want

    Gucci on my belt
    Bought a necklace for myself
    Bought Giuseppe for myself
    Spent them blessings on myself
    Donatello, that's a killa
    I smoke purple out the shell
    She want Birkin, she want Gucci purse, she want Chanel

    Yeah, yeah, Gucci on my belt
    Yeah, she want Gucci on her belt
    Gucci on her purse
    Gucci on that
    Yeah

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