Maybach Music Group's second album Self Made 2 was, to me, a major improvement from their first album. Everyone knows numbers don't lie, and in this case that statement stands true to my own. MMG's first album only sold 58k copies during the first week, while this follow up album pulled off 94k. Not really that big of a leap considering Rick Ross's Teflon Don did 176k by himself, more than both of the Self Made albums combined. Plus Wale's first album under Maybach Music, Ambition, did 160k his opening week. Can't really speak for anyone else since those really are the only ones with MMG albums under their belts. Now stats are important but at the end of the day they're just numbers.
To me on a scale from one to ten I would have to say the album was a six. Nowadays with so many mixtapes dropping [free music] where artist be thinking/treating them as if they're albums you really have to come hard when its the real thing. Like every track needs to relate to the title and really paint a picture of what your talking about. For Self Made Vol 2 its not that easy because all you really could talk about is how you made it. Which was the same problem I had with the album. After listening to the first track, Power Circle, it seems they're all talking about the same thing. On top of that it really wasn't about 'how i made it' but more like 'this is how I get down'. Minus the few tracks about the ladies [of course]. then again I guess they really couldn't talk about how they made it because that was all for the first Self Made.
Don't get me wrong though, I'm a fan of the whole Maybach movement [S/O to Wale; he really putting the DMV on the map]. With that being said here is my Top 3 tracks from Self Made 2:
[Intro: Rick Ross]
If Michael Jackson came alive right now
He’d ask you to smoke one for him
So in his honor…
(lights)
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
You niggas Spud Webb, comin’ up short
Think you’re Dee Brown, jump if you want
I put it on my momma and her very last nerve
Ricky made off everything I deserved
The square root of a kilo is me nigga
The square root of a kilo is me nigga
Do the math, I’m a muthafuckin’ G nigga
[Verse 2: Gunplay]
It’s all on me now, as you can see now
I’m gon’ get this money and I will not be denied
Been shittin’ on you fucks a long time, time to pee now
When you finish first they hate you worse, startin’ to see now
I’m at the round table, where your seat at?
Where your plate? where your lobster? where your sea bass?
We ain’t never left, actin’ like we back
You should see us now, taking pictures, acting like we rap
This the circle that’ll murk you, blackout, short circuit
Somebody show them square ass niggas the first exit
This here reserved for soldiers most definite
So watch what you say and where you step more carefully
If I fall in the field and ain’t no more air for me
Pour some on the ground and put one in the air for me
Tell my enemies “fuck ‘em”, they know already but fuck ‘em
Tell ‘em again with a middle finger and a chuckle (hahahaa)
You don’t know now nigga, nope, uh uh
This famous that’ll still throw copper
Cross so heavy crack the tabernacle
Fire the ganja back up
throw some blow in my tobacco
Then crank the Lac up
One match left
This the last turn, Santeria candles in my sanctuary burn
I’ma earn ’til the last court adjourn
‘Til the last gavel drop, we gon’ have it locked
We gon’ have it locked (have it locked)
We gon’ have it locked (have it locked)
[Verse 3: Stalley]
I’m part of the small percentage of niggas who make it out the ghetto
But niggas tried to pull me back cause misery loves company
It’s funny how they come for me when they see me living comfortably
But when I was broke and sleeping on floors they ain’t want nothing from me
My future’s so bright but my past so ugly
And I just try to correct it all but it all still haunts me
Tried to section off the past but it still haunts me
So I accept what got me here, reflecting in this rocking chair
All this space created, all that hard work it got me here
So what I look like, tellin’ a nigga that I should be here
Power to the people so the people shouldn’t live in fear
And I’ll be that raising voice and tell the people treat us fair
Warring in the streets tell them soldiers to meet us there
Out in the open all alone I felt the coldest air
Secluded in my thoughts of fear
No one to talk to, no one there
Not even a voice, not even an ear
No one alive, no one to care
Now I got a power circle, now I’m on a power trip
And they calling me counterfeit cause I ain’t gave a coward shit
Stone me, throw me a pile of shit but you won’t pull me out of it
It’s funny how it comes full circle
Now they wanna be a part of the power circle
They wanna be a part of the power circle
[Bridge: Wale] (2x)
May the wind be at your back
May the bad be in your past
May the kids take all your good
And your wife have class
And you realize your goals
And what’s life without grind
Those niggas, yo niggas?
Hope them niggas real as mine
[Verse 4: Wale]
There’s a difference between underrated and hasn’t made it
Once you successful they relentlessly giving you hatred
There’s no applause for ya and success is hard for ya
There’s enemies, envy, but green my niggas lawnmower
And I’m on tour, Jordan 4′s, Tom Ford
And I ain’t thuggin’, they clappin’ at me, a encore
Got a dark heart, bright mind, make women crazy
I give her D, I throw up two, I call that shit a safety
Shit is crazy when entertainment aint entertaining
And my inner sanctum need real estate I’m out my cabeza
Jealousy’s for the weak, you aint happy I made it
I be feeling like brother Malcolm, just added a nation
Allah got us cause if we holla they’ll all snub us
I seen hustlas turn cluckers out niggas grandmothers
So shut the fuck up and listen, fuck all ‘em stuck up musicians
My circle’s small but regardless, my circumference official
My clothes different like quarterbacks at a closed scrimmage
They gon’ blitz us but ain’t no way that they gon’ hit us
I’m so allusive, some my niggas be going through it
I guess it’s a wrap when your co-defendant makes soul music
Cash rule the world, at least it do with girls
At least it do with Churches, see the truth and true it hurts
If they real, then they real, my niggas deserve it
And we don’t deal with weak squares in this power circle
We don’t deal with weak squares in this power circle
[Verse 5: Meek Mill]
I’m like welcome to the power circle
I came a long way, I started with a powdered circle
Clique full of real niggas that’ll probably murk you
Cause they about that murder game you do a lot of verbal
Lotta talking, lotta Tweeting, ’til you hear that chopper speaking
Kill my dog, I kill your dog, we tied even, I’d believe it
If you see it then you got it, nigga never give up
Cause if you grindin’ you gon’ be rich before you can look up
My cousin Knock told me never teach niggas to cook up
Cause you can sell ‘em hard for the low and give ‘em the hookup
And still make the profit
The streets say I’m the hottest and a nigga still modest
I’m just being honest
Back to the wall, never let ‘em get behind us
Mack in my draws fitting right in my designers
Look at my persona, I dreamed it, woke up and conquered
And there was commas after commas, I eat ‘em like Benihanas
Put the shrimp over the pasta, the pasta over the lobster
And the lobster over the table, power circle a mafia
Just talkin’ money, talkin’ money what you talkin’ bout?
Probably talkin’ bout us, we the only thing to talk about
We the only thing to talk about
We the only thing to talk about
[Verse 6: Kendrick Lamar]
Look inside the highs of the last Mohicans survived
You won’t last a weekend outside
Seen a pastor tweaking, then sunk his teeth in a rock his demise
Later on that evening you heard the grieving of angels that cried
See a demon don’t compromise
And so I walk alone with a cross and a diamond stone
I’m a diamond inside the rough that’s too mighty for maricons
I might as well put all my killers in YSL
Put my voice on this microphone, put you pussy niggas through hell
Hell’s fire, I never lie, you will never grind
I know the priors they runnin’ by us when we do crime
I know that section eight wanna discontinue my Moms
When they heard that Ohio state gave me 30 racks in July
Oh Lord, this can’t be life, no it can’t be life
When they day breaks and you earned them stripes and you learned that strike
From upstate will adjourn that life and confirm that life
It’s good bait for the warden that might get awarded and write
Now your fate can record it a reporter replied
The death rate will eventually climb, so eventually I’m
On a track race for the dough before time get a clock that resigns
So about face if it ain’t business, I get offended, I mind
No one fake, I’m a realist in strive, of a bilion in five
Well a billion cause the limit is the sky and I live on cloud nine
And I recognize my nemesis gon’ try but I’m finishing my shine
But pussy, where it hurt you
Life in the power circle
[Outro: Rick Ross]
Regardless of how it goes down
Life goes on, am I right?
Tried to warn you niggas
I tried to warn you niggas
It’s too late now
Double M-G
Too much cake
Too much power
Too much respect
Bow down, nigga
UHN!
Of course you start the album off right [minus the Micheal Jackson blunt joke], but the whole MMG went in to get their point arcoss. Really just letting it be know where they came from, what had to be done, and what it takes to keep it all up. Like I said before, the pro with having this track first was that everybody did their thing. The con is I feel like no other track had that 'POW' like every bodies verse had in this one. Then ending it with TDE's Kendrick Lamar was perfect because he always gives songs his all. Not to mention that Kendrick is kind of at the peak of being Self Made.
Yeah, turn the lights on
Yeah, turn the lights on
Yeah, turn the lights on
Turn the lights on
{Wale}
These hoes be acting up
These hoes be acting up
These hoes be acting up
And these niggas be letting 'em
(repeat)
{Meek Mill}
These hoes be acting up
And these nigggas be letting 'em
I crushed them hoes, I never let them rose
And these niggas be sweating 'em
Cause I run shit, like Edgerrin
Or better yet, like Rev and them
And on the bottom of my sneaks they red man
And I ain't talking about no damn Meth and them
They Louis Vuitton and I super grind
...stones, they super shine
I pop the perc, I get super high
And I drill your b¡tch, Rookinlot
I rock time four, conchords
And I shine on these dime whores
This b¡tch bought me a rolex
And I still ain't got no time for her
These hoes be acting up
These niggas be acting tough
I'm in the phantom, I'm backing up
And I'm bust down, but I'm strapped as fúck
So hold your horses, Polo horses
Aston Martin, we roll in Royces
Real niggas up in the building
Them hoes choose us, ain't no more choices
{Wale}
These hoes be acting up
These hoes be acting up
These hoes be acting up
And these niggas be letting 'em
(repeat)
These niggas be letting 'em
These niggas be letting 'em
These niggas be letting 'em
Me I don't respect 'em
These hoes be acting up
These hoes be acting up
These hoes be acting up
And these niggas be letting 'em
{Wale}
These hoes be acting up
See, me, I don't practice much
Gold albums from the word of mouth
Gold bottles in the back of us
These Jones be broke as fúck
Too uptight, they won't open up
She got her arms folded and I'm on the phone
And I'm like, what the fúck is she here for
These hoes be acting up
These niggas keep wifing 'em
Freeze homie, got me cracking up
Never spent no more than a night with her
Lyrics courtesy of www.eliterics.com
These hoes be a fúcking, Joe
They'll never say a nigga didn't warn you though
Cause you can hit my phone like four in the morning
And I be like, ha, told you so
{Wale}
These hoes be acting up
These hoes be acting up
These hoes be acting up
And these niggas be letting 'em
(repeat)
These niggas be letting 'em
These niggas be letting 'em
These niggas be letting 'em
Me I don't respect 'em
These hoes be acting up
These hoes be acting up
These hoes be acting up
And these niggas be letting 'em
{French Montana}
These hoes be acting up
Big bread we racking up
Straight to the back, see you up
Cancel that b¡tch like, clean up
Ratchet ass ho, don't play with me
Want to copy me, want to Humphrey me
Want to Mic with me, wrestle me
Take me to the back and Tiger me
Now these hoes be acting up
These clothes just stacks enough
These cars are not racks enough
These drums are not rounds enough
B¡tch, blow me, like a trumpet
Twenty thousand on it, hundreds
Fúck it, money, money, money
Money, money, ah
{Wale}
These hoes be acting up
These hoes be acting up
These hoes be acting up
And these niggas be letting 'em
(repeat)
These niggas be letting 'em
These niggas be letting 'em
These niggas be letting 'em
Me I don't respect 'em
These hoes be acting up
These hoes be acting up
These hoes be acting up
And these niggas be letting 'em
Yeah!
Since the first time I heard this song I had a thing for it, and I don't even know to many hoes that be acting up. I do know some though. I think it was the production that really caught my hear and the verses really helped put everything together. Although hoes acting up has nothing to do with making it. Hoes be acting up everywhere you go now.
[Hook: Roscoe Dash]
We popping bottles of the pink shit, take ‘em to the dome
We ain’t ever on that weak shit, always blowing strong
Every day we party until early in the morn’
Put that shit on Instagram so they know I’m putting on
I know you see me, yeah, I be putting on
I know you see me, yeah, I be putting on
[Verse 1: Wale]
Work, I know you see me with your looking ass
What the fuck you looking at
This is MMG and we don’t speak to all you fucking crabs
Got a bunch of cash, but money is under fam
I’d rather be over-prepared than slippin’ here understaffed
Did you understand I’m down to ride with my niggas
Just a double M, you can’t fuck with them unless your certified to ride with us
Keep the broads far above my business and my mind following the ditches
And I ain’t tripping off of potential, that’s another word for ain’t did shit
Work, and I put D.C. on, we ain’t been this high since the E.R
See y’all niggas be some peons, talkin bout y’all be gone
Whole time niggas wouldn’t swing, playing tee-ball
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Hundred thousands hundred thousands, I be throwing hundred thousands
I know why they trusting me cause I got all these funds around ‘em
My fan base consist of niggas with drugs around ‘em
Educated sisters to bitches dancing with ones around ‘em
I know you think all we do is have fun around here
But I’m from a city where young niggas carry guns
Don’t single out any corner, its popping on every one
They talking about what they going do, its probably already done
I’m running through cake, running through states
Take your one to the face every one or two cakes
Just bought a new crib, that’s a wonderful space
Ask me how I feel I got it so my nigga
[Hook]
[Verse 3: French Montana]
I be cooler than a motherfucker
Wanna hit the fans, selling work on the Internet, call it Instagram
And you know I do it for my city, you know I’m putting on
Hundred racks on this clothes, a nigga putting on
Self made, self paid forty on my belt waist
Underground lobster feast get a shell face
I be twisted off of molly doe, chopped bricks karate doe
Closet two floors safari doe
Brown bag paper tag, nigga can’t pay for swag
We know we love the game but we hate to brag, Montana
Me and Rozay twisted on a boat watchin’ all you fucked niggas choke
[Hook]
Once you make it, unless you want you whole town going on you, you have to put on for your city. This song was one of the few that really could relate to the theme. Its funny though every time I hear Roscoe Dash voice I image Marvin Gaye drinking Chardonnay
At the end of the day all music is based on opinions, so go ahead and get your own copy to tell me if I'm right or wrong.
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