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Self Made
Hip-Hop/Rap
Self Made was released on November 6, 2025 by WeGloRecords as a part of the album Self Made - Single
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Release DateNovember 6, 2025
LabelWeGloRecords
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM75

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
TeGloForeva
TeGloForeva
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Danté James
Danté James
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
runitbaccenzo
runitbaccenzo
Producer

Lyrics

How it took you 4 years just to make 10
Boy you gotta punt
I'm in the back of the maybach ridin cool
The screen go up in front
I ain't have no paper to fix my brakes
Now I eat steak for lunch
And every time I get paid
She give me brain so good I ask how much
I'm a young ****
Self made
Millionaire trader
I made my own luck
I'm shopping in Bal Harbour in the middle of the winter
All this ice I'm cold as December
You brought a knife, I got a pistol
An eye for an eye but imma take 2
All black Bentley, presidential
I got so many, I can rent you
I got some money, I can lend you
Don't pay up, my sharks gon get you
SVJ with the racks in the middle
Gintani exhaust, this ain't no rental
Anniversary AP, wrist expensive
I hit all my targets, Outcast Heaven
New Aston Martin, 007
I ain't yo man, don't ask questions
He wrote a statement, that man tellin
Young, rich and black, I ain't a felon
I'm one of a kind, a small percentage
Ain't doin the cash, I need a percentage
Got Cartel money, have you vanished
How it took you 4 years just to make 10
Boy you gotta punt
I'm in the back of the maybach ridin' cool
The screen go up in front
I ain't have no pape to fix my brakes
Now I eat steak for lunch
And every time I get paid
She give me brain so good I ask how much
I'm a young ****
Self made
Millionaire trader
I made my own luck
I follow the 7 laws of success
Now I got racks on racks, no tennis
This my world, TeGlo the Menace
10 hour flight going straight to Venice
I gotta punch in, don't know where my pen is
My pockets too Husky, Michael Penix
I'm fucking her good, burst her appendix
Pick up the shells, dodging forensics
My hammer the peacekeeper, call it Ghandi
FN P90, shred your body
This Peaky Blinders, call me Tommy
I'm at the Top Boy, you just a roadman
I cannot trust you, moving like Sully
Excumunicado, give him a toe tag
I got Bravado she fucking a real man
Written by: Danté James
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