Made by myself, made by myself, made by myself
Nobody else, nobody else, nobody else
Made by myself, made by myself, made by myself
Nobody else, nobody else, nobody else
Made by myself, nobody else, little bit of help man I rose from the depths
Grind for the wealth til my last breath, calculate steps each thought that he kept
That's why he not slept, we no except how you rep
You be yourself, we be top shelf never giving up belts
Swing til the bell shout out Mikey, Patel
I felt heaven and hell but I still couldn't tell, 23 hours to sell
Soul wasn't there that was buyer beware, bored 17 doing laps in the square
See a millionaire trying to be a millionaire, got folks on Medicare
I'm trying to get my people off it, in the suit like I'm bout to run for office
Money the topic the profit large or microscopic we opt in
Another name for your top ten, Solomen please say the Pade
I'm pleased by the wave trying to squeeze lemonade out the headphones
He believed what it read on his headstone, getting fleeced by some red bone
From the Keystone, but now I'm in a beach home
New throne, who dis
Trying to steer clear of the Judas, new this and I made it all
Made by myself, made by myself, made by myself
Nobody else, nobody else, nobody else
Made by myself, made by myself, made by myself
Nobody else, nobody else, nobody else
Man in the mirror stay focused get bigger got my mind on figures not physical
Pocket advance spend residual, hard times got them preying like they spiritual
They do the most for the minimum throw praise like the song and the interludes
Make the speakers peak out here searching for my pinnacle dripping like
We in a pool, you acting rude flash that tool split your molecules
Never lose, wanna beef how you on baby food
Even Pac wasn't bulletproof, to tell the truth I do a lot for a little dude
Little in the sense I'm in that trailer under Spence, rhyming peppermint
Got me switching elements, it's amazing small town kid said I never should've made it
Yet I record the records, edit all the faders and do it all in favor
Solomen Pade - Myself Lyrics
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Made by myself, made by myself, made by myself
Nobody else, nobody else, nobody else
Made by myself, made by myself, made by myself
Nobody else, nobody else, nobody else
Made by myself, nobody else, little bit of help man I rose from the depths
Grind for the wealth til my last breath, calculate steps each thought that he kept
That's why he not slept, we no except how you rep
You be yourself, we be top shelf never giving up belts
Swing til the bell shout out Mikey, Patel
I felt heaven and hell but I still couldn't tell, 23 hours to sell
Soul wasn't there that was buyer beware, bored 17 doing laps in the square
See a millionaire trying to be a millionaire, got folks on Medicare
I'm trying to get my people off it, in the suit like I'm bout to run for office
Money the topic the profit large or microscopic we opt in
Another name for your top ten, Solomen please say the Pade
I'm pleased by the wave trying to squeeze lemonade out the headphones
He believed what it read on his headstone, getting fleeced by some red bone
From the Keystone, but now I'm in a beach home
New throne, who dis
Trying to steer clear of the Judas, new this and I made it all
Made by myself, made by myself, made by myself
Nobody else, nobody else, nobody else
Made by myself, made by myself, made by myself
Nobody else, nobody else, nobody else
Man in the mirror stay focused get bigger got my mind on figures not physical
Pocket advance spend residual, hard times got them preying like they spiritual
They do the most for the minimum throw praise like the song and the interludes
Make the speakers peak out here searching for my pinnacle dripping like
We in a pool, you acting rude flash that tool split your molecules
Never lose, wanna beef how you on baby food
Even Pac wasn't bulletproof, to tell the truth I do a lot for a little dude
Little in the sense I'm in that trailer under Spence, rhyming peppermint
Got me switching elements, it's amazing small town kid said I never should've made it
Yet I record the records, edit all the faders and do it all in favor
Nobody else, nobody else, nobody else
Made by myself, made by myself, made by myself
Nobody else, nobody else, nobody else
Made by myself, nobody else, little bit of help man I rose from the depths
Grind for the wealth til my last breath, calculate steps each thought that he kept
That's why he not slept, we no except how you rep
You be yourself, we be top shelf never giving up belts
Swing til the bell shout out Mikey, Patel
I felt heaven and hell but I still couldn't tell, 23 hours to sell
Soul wasn't there that was buyer beware, bored 17 doing laps in the square
See a millionaire trying to be a millionaire, got folks on Medicare
I'm trying to get my people off it, in the suit like I'm bout to run for office
Money the topic the profit large or microscopic we opt in
Another name for your top ten, Solomen please say the Pade
I'm pleased by the wave trying to squeeze lemonade out the headphones
He believed what it read on his headstone, getting fleeced by some red bone
From the Keystone, but now I'm in a beach home
New throne, who dis
Trying to steer clear of the Judas, new this and I made it all
Made by myself, made by myself, made by myself
Nobody else, nobody else, nobody else
Made by myself, made by myself, made by myself
Nobody else, nobody else, nobody else
Man in the mirror stay focused get bigger got my mind on figures not physical
Pocket advance spend residual, hard times got them preying like they spiritual
They do the most for the minimum throw praise like the song and the interludes
Make the speakers peak out here searching for my pinnacle dripping like
We in a pool, you acting rude flash that tool split your molecules
Never lose, wanna beef how you on baby food
Even Pac wasn't bulletproof, to tell the truth I do a lot for a little dude
Little in the sense I'm in that trailer under Spence, rhyming peppermint
Got me switching elements, it's amazing small town kid said I never should've made it
Yet I record the records, edit all the faders and do it all in favor
Writer: Kendrick Johnson
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