Selfex How I Do
Verse 1
Neither trigger disciple nor blood on machete
I am from a hole to fill what is empty
Would you BM or Bentley ? Sorry, I'm riding a Bugatti
You take what it comes, I'm reaching what it refused
Gimme some Jay-Z, a dunk like Iguodala
Send me a bad romance, I found a Lady in a gala
On a fast lane, my fate, me holding the wheel
The only master, some powder for power of will
Do you know me well ? Bet on my face
I'm a joker, batman fell into the trap
I control the chessboard
The backboard, I‘m on call, shoot and then I score
Squeezed through a life, still looking for my purpose
Waiting, reflecting, inspired so I write a prose
Hoes bragging, flirting 'cause I rhyme, man I'm chillin'
Is your stomach aching ? No, but I'm groaning
Living violence for the pursuit of prosperity
Claiming happiness while everything is heavy
An escape from this world, me and my best memories
My name is Self-Expression, I do it for the people
Verse 2
So I spit a word, fine
You spit for a gram
Okay, so the girl's mine
While you drinking some wine
Ain't enough light to be European
Too tanned, f..ck it ! I'm doing my thing I stand and I beam
Keep ya head up, 2pac is gone, it's done ! What you've done ?
Losing a battle it doesn't mean you're a f..cking loser
Traveling all around the world, buying to a street peddler
France no elegances, over haute couture
Copy me Street Hop, now I'm the entrepreneur
I take care of my legacy, I've got an enemy
Am I mad ? Man, TV, NEWS, Newspapers, welcome to conspiracy
Wearing Jordans' Jordan I'm the Flyest
Burj Khalifa, on the rooftop, I'm the Highest
First class, fast life, livin', chilin' in a palace
I dolo, one day I'll get a shot, poor lil fellows are jealous
Hatred decides to take the upper hand when you the illest
Verse 3
Everything's got an end
Me, I'm holding a pen
Stories are inside of my brain
You can feel my pain
Genuine style, my name in the Hall of fame
Your style is lame, I started and I'll do it again
No bitches when I'm hitting switches in a six-four
She'd put that ass on the floor, ready for a deep throat
Fresh air, I wanna flee in a spaceship
Drifting in the air, I need more space shit
Forever, you been hustling in a corner
A shout out to heroes, they built life for dreamers
I found the lost tape, I found the real rap
My flow, a breath in a tide place
Grab a toast, celebrating hope
I'm into freedom yeah I'm the best scrapper
Don't need a spot at the top of a sky scrapper
Haters and gossip, let me play some dope shit
Hell is burning, devil's signed your bail
An eye and a pyramid, it's not a hieroglyph
If I stand revealing the truth I'll be a « hero Glib »
I share, can't be seen, complaining my own sorrow
I wake up wondering: what it'll happen tomorrow ?
