Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Self Made , by - Dabbla. Release date: 07.08.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Self Made |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |