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letra de t.r.a.y. - self made - travell rhymes and you

[vocals: 2pac]
“instead of me fulfilling my prophecy, i have to start one. instead of me, you know… doing a good job and having to carry on an empire, i have to built one, and that’s a h-ll of a job for a 21 year old. you know what i’m saying, that’s a h-ll of a job for any youngster male or female, to have to build an empire for your family…”

[verse 1: t.r.a.y.]
19, contemplating my dreams
yeah i got me a job, im calculating my green
i was caught in the struggle
arguing with my mama bout should i get a degree
or should i, go out in hustle
got a check in my left hand, a pack in my right hand
what they paid me for 2 weeks, i just made in a night fam
like dam, what i look like playing myself?
sh-t, its looking like im better off paying myself, tuh
6 months later, im a ceo
i finished school, when i figured out i knew what i need to know
finesse realty mama, im bout to get this doe
im flipping real estate, i gotta let these b-tches know
i ain’t dying in the hood, never see a n-gga broke
still got that good good, you can get it for the low
still got the trap-spot, right there by the liquor store
$65 a gram hoe, that’s what its hitting for
taking money to the bank, putting on a suit and tie
young n-gga out here on his grind like its do or die
that n-gga must be out his mind, suicide
all at the same dam time, n-gga who am i
the weed man the dope boy, the high school graduate
black entrepreneur, ain’t that a b-tch
they want a n-gga locked up, i ain’t having it
and lately i just been chilling with my savages
my savages, my savages, they got me on my trapping sh-t
im selling work to the teachers in my cl-sses
im f-cking b-tches in the bathroom, broad day
taking selfies with some hoes, in the hallway
meanwhile i just hit a l1ck on a duplex
my first deal, i came home with two checks
still catching the bus, no need to flex
i never lose my composure im a soldier
streets watching, im just playing poker
i keep a couple friends close, my enemies closer
politic from the other side of my culture
show you how to move in a room full of vultures
from the projects with the rats and the roaches
lion of the jungle, n-gga im ferocious
i side step every trap, im everywhere you never at
n-ggas be confused, i got to tell em that…

chorus:
im self made, i got me just worry bout you
im self made, no matter what imma do what i do
im self made, all i know is how to get this paper
im self made, do me a favor dont do me no favors

[verse 2: t.r.a.y.]
fast forward couple years, a n-gga done hustling
i took the money that i made and put it on my publishing
shot a couple videos, put a couple posters up
now im in the studio, letting n-ggas know what’s up
im about to drop an album, im headed to the venue
im trying to eat, i got these rappers on the menu
im writing songs, i dont even got a pencil
im selling merchandise, my hustle just continues
im 23 now, with my one record label
im counting g’s up, sitting at the kitchen table
i got my logo embedded on my polo
im in los angeles, screaming “f-ck the po po”
n-ggas with a att-tude, they don’t even know me though
i still got to diversify my, portfolio
the weed man the c0ke boy, the high school graduate
the artist the rapper the owner, immaculate
dirty money turned clean, imagine it
i turned myself into my own machine, i should patent it
im in love with the green, im p-ssionate
i never could make enough, i just keep on stacking it
stacking it and stacking it, im working on an empire
the real lucious, i ain’t lyon boy i been hired
its people who think they better because they skin lighter
if it was up to them, i probably would have been fired
thats the sh-t i think about whenever im getting faded
thats the motivation, for the paper when i crave it
the same reason im telling you im the f-cking greatest
and throw it in ya face, yeah boy i know ya hate it
its been a long time coming, i ain’t perpin aye
real n-ggas feel me and they know that i disserve it aye
i put the work in, i know i ain’t perfect aye
but when i finish with it, just know that its gone be…

chorus: 1x

speaking:
[shawn the goon addresses hatters]

- travell rhymes and you

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