Project Pat - Self Made lyrics

[Hook: Akon] I'm a self made man, self made man I'm a self made man, self made man I'm a self made man, self made man I'm a self made man, self made man Team make money, motherf**er, I'm the mascot Crib in the city and a crib up in Aspen Swiss account and consider that the cash spot Billi' and I ain't gonna stop, no, n***a I'm a self made man, self made man I'm a self made man, self made man I'm a self made man, self made man I'm a self made man, self made man [Verse 1: French Montana] Self made, anthem of my life, where the marching band? Montana, I bes the bomb like the Taliban Popping like a frying pan, slide like a violin Through the crackhole, blindfold like a telescan Most underrated but never underpaid Fake n***as mad and all the real n***as glad he made it Gladiator, baby, don't be acting shady, baby Seeing n***as shining through the diamonds trying to see me, baby I'm the product, get that product, baby, serving dog f**ing with the hottest so the hottest I deserved the ball It's that Cocaine Mafia connect Juicy J, Project Pat, Montana, roger that [Hook] [Verse 2: Juicy J] I done did what I had to, grind on my own two Feet from the street with the k**ers and the real goons Watching out for popo, trying to sell the yayo Trying to be the weed man, even selling beans, man I'ma always stand out, I don't take no handouts But I take you're money bruh, run up in your gram's house I hustle till I die with the rapping with the trapping Whether be a hit man with the guns clapping Coming straight from the hood, I'ma make it happen I ain't never had sh**, I had to sell or snatch it Chrome three fifty seven got always packed in That'll cut you're f**ing head like a f**ing hatchet [Hook] [Verse 3: Project Pat] Self made, getting paid, went and found my own plug Just like Frank Lucas did, went and got my own d** Taped up by my nuts on the plane, Cali buzz Soon as I hit the hood, I ain't showing Cali love Everything for the streets, n***a, gotta give me me Five hundred dollars, ounce of purp, in these Memphis street I done to made a k**-ion off of drug deal-ion Rap about my life and I sold me a million Mr. Gold Plate get raw then we pop ya DB investments, Cocaine Mafia Pistols and shotguns, grams of the h**n Twenty-eights on the [?] got these Hummers [?] [Hook]