Artist: Z-Ro Album: Crack Song: Made Typed by: Lil Hustle [Chorus - 2x] I'm a self made millionaire Guard your shit, so hard you sleep I'm a self made millionaire Now I pop bottles with models [Z-Ro] Ever since my early teens, I been a loc on these streets The gold is 4-2-4, I go for broke on these streets My flow is a young Mike Tyson, when he hit on niggaz And even when I'm cottonmouth, I still spit on niggaz No super friends, I smoke purple stuff alone in my room That kush made me leave my body, I was gone in my room Had swangas to monoblocks, I switch cars like socks Might be in something with the roof missing, or a hard white top Remember me, I'm the one they laughed at in all my classes Now what they spend on a house, I blow on designer glasses Even without a platinum plaque, but this ain't capping Just telling you what my life like, so this ain't rapping Don't make me yell and tell the captain, if my money ain't right Might have to pay money to spray money, cause money ain't right Now go for broke with no bodies, so I can stand on these streets Without no army behind me, cause I'm the man on these streets [Chorus - 3x] [Z-Ro] I did some time locked down, but now I'm back on these streets Here to save y'all, from all this whack rap on these streets I left y'all with "I'm Still Livin", proving I wasn't dead If y'all wonder why I'm out early, my lawyer got his bread Much love to my industry homies, who didn't forget about me Paul Wall, Pimp C and my partna Fliperacci And since I do bidness with Rap-A-Lot, the feds watch me But I'm like Shaq up under the backboard, they can't stop me When I was hustling, the police couldn't find a rock near me Now that I ain't hustling, they can see all of my rocks clearly These boulders ain't for smokers, these are for Joseph They get you in the club free, and make women wanna get closer Look homie don't get it twisted, cause you see me on a poster You disrespect me, the magnum come out the holster like it's 'spose to Then roll off in a Rolls Royce, and leave ya laying on these streets Hate me I don't give a fuck, cause I'm the man on these streets I'm a hitman, whatever I'm aiming at I hit man After I hit her, she can't stand up without a kickstand Not a special kind of fool, just hit her with the mule Yeah she fine, but if she set me up I'll hit her with the tool I got a daughter to raise, I ain't trying to leave Plus all this money I'm making, you think I ain't trying to breathe Inhale exhale, now that's better Sold eight hundred thousand independent, now that's cheddar [Chorus - 6x]