Artist: Jericho Jackson Album: Elzhi and Khrysis are Jericho Jackson Song: Self Made Typed by: kirenamloh@msn.com [Chorus: Elzhi] Self made since twelfth grade, this my calling Every jewel I drop is money out the sky fallin El is dat nigga! Some of y'all forgotten while I'm jottin My pen bleed while yours be blood clottin [Elzhi] Do I give 'em pay or give 'em mercy? Decisions, decisions They say my bars set 'em free in all the prison divisions These weaklings, known as foes, are likely not on the hills of this Stand up nigga, always thinkin on his toes Self made since twelfth grade, that's my calling Every jewel I drop is money out the sky fallin Like it's rainin on a stripper I was eyeballin Faces in my lap, fingers up my thigh crawlin El is dat nigga! Some of y'all forgotten while I'm jotting My pen bleed while yours be blood clottin Word, he finna spaz - me get ate/8? Not on my watch It could be half past 7, then thirty minutes pass Science and dollar signs are underneath my D fitted Saw a light at the end of the tunnel, I lit my tree with it That's just how I'm blazin, nothing short of amazing Had a brush with death and all it did was make my waves spin Numero uno, ownin watches made by Hublot Every time I step it up, y'all put the stoop down to a new low Either do more plannin or shoot yourself in the foot with the four cannon And hit the floor landin where you're standin [Chorus] [Elzhi] Might pull up on you in the Q50 Infinite then park You a infant in shark water, marauder throwin shots against a infinite spark Inside the boundary of a city state and county Was down to put a bounty on my head before they crowned me Giving me more reasons to pour Riesling And activate the door keys in the Four Seasons Where I'm from make the news that'll interrupt a program Some will face the music, others caught up in a slow jam And took away the hoop goals, to know that I can show you the ropes Or strangle you with them if you lookin for some loopholes What's in my bio is hazardous and it's vile It's matches in gas chambers, a water gun in Ohio An asteroid in the troposphere speedin towards a hopeless mere mortal Others appear normal through my ear portal Y'all would hate if next year I'm in the McLarens, yeah Here and there I see y'all got angles, y'all don't play fair and square All I push is mind power, screw zombies They brainwashed while my brainwaves is tsunamis The small beaches on a island with a few palm trees Is bars for you gun toters who pursue crime sprees [Chorus 2X]