Supa SortaHuman, $uicideboy$ - Make Your Own WaySupa SortaHuman lyrics

You ain't feelin' like me
Cause i ain't feelin' like you do
You can't sellin' no weed
Cause i'm sellin' at you
I've been spellin' my weed on
The top of my shoes
Just play by the rose and
That everything on cool
Don't play with no money people lack in a
Woke up in a club and they packin' a two
Then they cockin' it back
No it ain't happened to 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
Show em I don't 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 i'm a soldier deployed

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)

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 trait's 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

$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 hoe knockin' on my door
But I keep that bitch shut
Fuckboys in the cuts

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)