Make Your Own Way

[Verse 1: Supa Sortahuman]
You ain't feelin' like me, cause I ain't feelin' you dude
You can't sellin' no weed, cause I'm sellin' at you
I've been spillin' my weed on the top of my shoe
Just play by the rules and everything is all cool
Don't play with no money
People lack in a [?]
Woke up in a club and they packin' a tool
Then they cockin' it back
Now it pappin' at you
Pow-pow-pow-pow
Now it happened to you
They say is a cowbro? Hit the block site
Don't run from the cops, you'll end up getting shot
Cause it's hard everyday tryna get to the top
Even when I get this but I ain't never gon stop
Workin' hard on my job really pisses me off
Why I keep on row?
He healed in a [?]
I feel like a boss, but I'm just an employee
I feel like I'm amazing
Don't treat me like a boy
I don't really give a shit, ever be on destroy
Not from LA, not from Illinois
I'm from Alabama, this ain't a decoy
Sortahuman united
All my soldiers deploy

[Hook: Supa Sortahuman]
Don't act cocky, don't get sloppy (cocky, sloppy)
Make your own way, you don't even have to copy (copy)
Don't act cocky, don't get sloppy (cocky, sloppy)
Make your own way, you don't even have to copy (copy)
Don't act cocky, don't get sloppy (cocky, sloppy)
Make your own way, you don't even have to copy (copy)
Don't act cocky, don't get sloppy (cocky, sloppy)
Make your own way, you don't even have to copy (copy)

[Verse 2: $lick $loth]
Nowadays everybody wanna copy and paste
While I lay in my grave and I turn into waste
They all claim that they bass
Claim they ain't fake
Claim they got cake
And they claim they got weight
A bunch of fuckboy traits and you're just another clone
Way back in the day I would catch you alone
Kick doors off the hinges
While I break in your home
Put that chrome to your dome while I break all your bones
I ain't playing little bitch
Candle sticks slow burn watch that clock go tick
Sick lunatic from the pit better known as $lick, hoe

[Verse 3: Oddy Nuff da Snow Leopard]
$now leopard in the desert
Bitch, I'm never gon' feel better
Spare wings, got the four [?]
But I'm never gotta shine, bitch I'm from the NO
Broke as I choke, I ain't never gonna sell my soul for the life with the hoe
See their eyes ever glows
Hypnotize, breaking O's
$uicide, have a go
Keep it on the fucking down low
Keep your crown of gold, bitch, I got that crown of bones
That I'm collecting from the motherfuckers rappin' 'bout the pound of blow
Blow a pound of dro, light that blunt from the fire
From the burning mound of dro
Hoe knockin' on my door, but I keep that bitch shut
Fuckboys in the cuts [?]

[Hook: Supa Sortahuman]
Don't act cocky, don't get sloppy (cocky, sloppy)
Make your own way, you don't even have to copy (copy)
Don't act cocky, don't get sloppy (cocky, sloppy)
Make your own way, you don't even have to copy (copy)
Don't act cocky, don't get sloppy (cocky, sloppy)
Make your own way, you don't even have to copy (copy)
Don't act cocky, don't get sloppy (cocky, sloppy)
Make your own way, you don't even have to copy (copy)