 Ain't no such thing as self-made, it's one creator. You only want smoke till you realize that life a vapor. You cut off the cornerstone for money, scissors, rock, and paper. Don't play a game with yourself, girl, you will catch it later. You hear me? Keep a cannon near me. Pray to God and it was clear that I was seeing glory. Cause where I'm from and where to hide. Ain't no fair, buddy, we front line. I'm a child of God in the middle of it all, but I'm from the side. Man, TV got them thinking that the paper's worldwide.