OG Chris - SELF MADE lyrics

I don't ever conversate with f** n***as Ima keep it real tell me how you livin' Don't lie I am not that guy Creeping round' the corner you see me and that's your a** I'm finessing all your friends Maybe even you Tired of seeing broke n***as dressing all fu All ya'll dress the same n***a ya'll ain't like my crew We some trendsetters mane who the hell is you We be in the spot and always workin' My phone chirpin' I got custos on my line and I got homies by my side and they gone bust that down for me All my n***as eatin' it's muf**in' trap season having fun like this sh** recess I'm tryna just stack my bread successful movers work in silence Shut your mouth man why you talkin' you just makin' yourself hot A walkin lick you down my block Watch them hittas at your spot You ain't safe man what you thought Keep it real you got no guap I will not touch you plus you soft A complicated math equation Countin money and I'm blazing Been the realest I'm gone make it Look to me for anything You need weed, clothes, hoes, money Truthfully ya'll gone get nothing I just hand that to my crew we stuntin Ridin out Like Progressive I'm protected Money on my mind I ain't never stressin' Countin up mine n***a yeah I'm flexin' Only used to serve dimes till I ran that check in since day one man I was tryna get it I was at the schoolhouse posted up with it just looking at my phone till a f** n***a hit me