Self Made

[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, motherfucker, 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, nigga 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 niggas mad and all the real niggas glad he made it Gladiator, baby, don't be acting shady, baby Seeing niggas shining through the diamonds trying to see me, baby I'm the product, get that product, baby, serving dog Fucking 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 killers 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 shit, I had to sell or snatch it Chrome three fifty seven got always packed in That'll cut you're fucking head like a fucking 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 drugs 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, nigga, gotta give me me Five hundred dollars, ounce of purp, in these Memphis street I done to made a kill-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 heroin Twenty-eights on the [?] got these Hummers [?] [Hook]