Self Paid - Selfmade Noah

How you ain't touchin' cheddar but was raised with rats

Like you foldin' under pressure, just check the stats

You the type to lay low, I'm the type to blow back

You the type to go slow, in a track I'm movin' fast

It's no face, no case, so I came with mask

Heard yo killers got erased, tryna play with mags

You gettin' chased with a laser like we playin' tag

Get you faced up out a swisher, don't ever think it's cap

Y'all tryna get a feat, but where the fund's at

Known to push your shit in, just like a thumbtack

You left me at my lowest, bitch, so don't run back

Through the storm like a soldier, we just ain't the same

Selfmade I'm self-paid, like I could never change

Y'all ain't know me, just wait until I hit the stage

Y'all ain't really hearin' me, we ain't on the same page

I said, fuck a layup, cause I'm bout to hit from range

You gon need five guards, you tryna catch a fade

You gon' need a NASCAR if you tryna race

Bullets big as fuck, better duck before it hit your face

Ain't no neighborhood dealer, I'm trappin' in and out of state

Ho, just made a lethal play

I got that soft shit for your nose, the diesel in your veins

They can't wait to see the neighborhood hero pop out in a wraith

Finna hit Florida, hit Puerto Rico, for the illest cane

Nigga, my whippers doin' numbers, that's your kitchen can't

Thousand dubs on me, I need huns, I'm finna hit the bank

Pop a nigga, fuck around, kick this kid, cause he was in the way

Hit a block party, passin' out testers, like a piece of cake

I pressed this shit with lay a nigga out, he gon' be here for days

When that dog bite, it's jaw lock, it need to see a cage

This nigga ain't sippin' lean at all, I hit it with an eight

I hate to miss a shot, but make me happy when it penetrate

Ayy, it show back wildin'

Gave this bitch the dick gave her the boot, because she mad wildin'

Hit the pussy, go 100 miles per hour Like I'm a bad driver

The pussy good, she knock the nigga out I guess I'm a bad fighter

Told my other bitch, I'm out of town She said, bad tryin'

Fuck around, left location off for an hour shit I'm a bad liar

She said she done hittin' the road for me but she back drivin'

Got some new Ross flood emotion, so we can stack higher

Hit this nigga, but gotta dry it off, I need a fast car

Bitch, I'm a cash magnet, I grew up a trap star

Out of town, servin' fake medics, I need a Jaguar

I'll split your car and have it take pictures, bitch, it's Mad Ark

On some shit you wouldn't know, overseas, meetin' trappers

Bitch, I'm off that ack, we out here makin' slappers

With some demons campin' out, I think I need a pastor

You dissin' shut your mouth, for I put you in a plaster

Feds up in the rear, like I gotta move it faster

That ass movin' slow, bitch, you gotta move it faster

Bad bitch in the crib, and she callin' me her master

Straight to givin' brain, I ain't even have to ask her

Said you gon' crash, I'll pop out bulletproof Raptor

I'm bouta strike you out, like where's the next batter

Made a feat with Ak, I'm steady climbin' that ladder

I'm chasin' a bag, just wait until the next chapter

Q5, I got it tuck, like where the cash at

I do this shit for real, I ain't fuckin' with that rap cap

500 off the slip, put it all up as a blackjack

Gotta steady out the wheel, I'm swervin' in a fast cat

You still touchin' yo first K, like I'm way past that

I said, fuck it, I got the bussin' on the cash app

Heard you talkin' on my name, pull up in a black mask

Before I knock your ass out, you better slap