Self-Made – English Lyrics

• By: Bryson Tiller
• Album: True To Self

Lyrics & Translation

[English]

yeah yeah yeah

you already know

young Tiller let's go

Gucci on my belt, bought a necklace for myself

bought Giuseppe for myself, spent them blessings on myself

Donatello, that's that killa I smoke purple out the shell

She want Birkin, she want Gucci purse, she want Chanel got it!

I spend that 'cause I earn it for myself

got my shorty out the way and now I'm splurgin' on myself

you should worry 'bout yourself, I been workin' on myself

I been ballin' like I'm Curry, need a jersey for myself (need a jersey for myself)

what's next? I'm nervous for myself

if I changed, I became a better version of myself

bought a chain, bought two more, yeah I deserve that for myself

and my neighbors look at me like "how he purchase that himself?"

'cause I'm a seven figure self made nigga

blow the money, get it back the next day, nigga (made it back, yeah)

wow - what the check say, nigga

I'm getting paid nigga, need a chef and maid nigga

and a Gucci on my belt, bought a necklace for myself

bought Giuseppe for myself, spent them blessings on myself

Donatello, that's that killa I smoke purple out the shell

she want Birkin, she want Gucci purse, she want Chanel got it!

musta heard a hundred niggas say they made me (I made that nigga!)

so, which one you niggas made me?

don't know who you talkin' to, not me oh no you can't be

they wan' be my fam, but my crew is sucker lame free (lame free!)

I just want a yacht and a jetski

pull up on your block, icy hot, Wayne Gretzky (I pull up, pull up)

fuck a con artist, boy you sketchy pretty but she messy, only wanna sex me

'cause I'm a seven figure self made nigga

blow the money, get it back the next day, nigga (made it back, yeah)

wow - what the check say, nigga

I'm getting paid nigga, need a chef and maid nigga

count that mula with my thumb 502, that's where I'm from

used to stay on Hazelwood, you see trouble then you run (run!)

word to Joker, no but we don't do this shit for fun

hundred million, then I'm done Gucci laid out in the sun

like I want Gucci on my belt, bought a necklace for myself

bought Giuseppe for myself, spent them blessings on myself

Donatello, that's that killa I smoke purple out the shell

she want Birkin, she want Gucci purse, she want Chanel

yeah yeah, Gucci on my belt yeah, she want Gucci on her belt

Gucci on her purse Gucci on her

yeah