Make Your Own Way

Lyrics

[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)