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Self-made, but that's not the news Work pile up, I cannot refuse, I'm lighting a Fuse gallon of gas pumped inside a balloon Heat up the room, these rappers are doomed flames start climbing to steep Smell got me rollin' like Mobb Deep With the heart of a thug, I still wear on my sleeve Escobar with the work, ain't punchin' a timesheet Hundred grand in the back seat as I flow on this road Lost track of speed, still got nowhere to go privacy reasons, I'm buyin' a home Businessman here to sell you a stone Ideas that fill up pockets Money if you need a loan, I'm not askin' for help Self-made means I get it myself many roads that lead onto wealth Peace of mind, I pave it myself the work got me rollin' like Mobb Deep With the heart of a thug, I still wear on my sleeve Escobar with the work, ain't punchin' a time sheet Ay, been, cooking up stew and the rhymes heat New game on the block, sellin heartbeat no chain or a watch, revenue Til' I buy me a lodge, 30 acres And a bottle of scotch Lake where my food is all caught No debt that is due Buy all the homes down the block Finance on lock Poetry rhymes on a trap beat Though it ain't nothin' new, my aura exudes M5 in his shoes for rappers who wanna dispute I'm rollin' like Mobb Deep with the heart of a thug, I still wear on my sleeve Escobar with the work, ain't punchin' a timesheet Self-made, but that's not the news Work pile up, I cannot refuse I'm lighting a fuse Gallon of gas pumped inside a balloon Heat up the room, these rappers are doomed Flames start climbin' too steep Smell got me rollin' like Mobb Deep With the heart of a thug, I still wear on my sleeve Escobar with the work, ain't punchin' a time sheet Ay, yeah, backrooted by moods to music I'm glued I'm bringin' out the thug with a groove Calm and collected, best to respect it Prayin' for answers, get hit with more lessons Know where to find me Back on the road, leavin' paper trails behind me Dollar bills outweighing my time sheets Suit made of silk, got a new player on Wall Street Into the backroads, open the crack doors Savin' my time fees And the work got me rollin' like Mobb Deep With the heart of a thug, I still wear on my sleeve Escobar with the work, ain't punchin' a time sheet Self-made, but that's not the news Work pile up, I cannot refuse I'm lighting a fuse Gallon of gas pumped inside a balloon Heat up the room, these rappers are doomed Flames start climbin' too steep The smell got me rollin' like Mobb Deep With the heart of a thug, I still wear on my sleeve Escobar with the work, ain't punchin' a timesheet