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self-made - mike firm lyrics

[chorus]
look no hands, momma we made it/
hey, hey, look momma we made it/
look no hands, momma we made it/
self*made, all the love, money, reputation/
holla at your boy, god*mn!/
you losers can’t test me, god*mn!/
you’re nothing to me, god*mn!/
self*made, all the love, money, reputation/

[verse 1]
don’t squander sh*t cause you can’t live without it/
rhymebooks galore and fighting words kick/
rapping with the hunger, eating all the bricks/
moving high on supply i’m sentenced to the pen/
spiral with words and the windy city spins/
confidence spеaks got my ear to the ground/
double down on thе rhymes and vision with the sound/
fighting words turn to action i don’t give a f*ck, come on now/
no limit no sp*ce/
no light no place/
moonwalking on a star supernova then i reinvent within/
life after death legacy reigns/
trained to be the best, 72 steps/
10,000 hours and i got more to bake/
for my piece of the cake, i’m the bear of the michelin/
low lights turn to highlights and limelight shine is the presence that i give and i want it all, switch/
[chorus]
look no hands, momma we made it/
hey, hey, look momma we made it/
look no hands, momma we made it/
self*made, all the love, money, reputation/
holla at your boy, god*mn!/
you losers can’t test me, god*mn!/
you’re nothing to me, god*mn!/
self*made, all the love, money, reputation/

[verse 2]
cookie cutter sh*t and your heart wasn’t in it/
i was stuck i was lost then i forced myself to do it/
you reap what you sowed and you only talked about it/
practice makes perfect and you made excuses about it/
i’m tired of being tired, i’ll ether competition/
i’m sick of being sick, combine my own solution/
my name bears witness and casts a strange shadow/
tux and a smoke imitation for the crowd source/
gentlemen of crime, not bound by city lines/
cobblestone streets, drenched in blood/
alliances break get what they deserve/
eyes on the sky, watch for the falcones/
or vultures, since they pick at me/
started from the bottom and we’re still here…/
for them to see…/
switch/
[verse 3]
things change, people change, money comes and go/
i picked it up grinded and careful with my hope/
just want to survive, feeling strength i’m alive/
summers are simmering my piece of the pie/
turn of the century capital of a dead foe/
squared up boxed up living in jackson ward/
orders from the white man but creating our own/
they don’t want us here, the keepers of the old world/
down on our luck with a side of confederates/
always strive and prosper, exacting our vengeance/
sons of b*tches, strange fruit in the distance/
40 acres missing, casting a revenant/
fraternal keeps us safe, structures, and discipline/
friendship, charity… and benevolence/
i’d rather die on my feet than live on my knees/
our people gather sunday joy in the streets/

[outro]
three stories, laid to rest…/
three faces, what’s the catch…?/
three versions for you, next batch…/
three statements, what’s the test…?/

- mike firm lyrics

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