Supa Sortahuman - k** Yo Self lyrics

[Verse 1: GHOSTEMANE] Don't f** with a motherf**er Young and on the coming up K-R-double E-P, solo Supa Sortahuman in this ho With the Ghoste with the most Psychedelic notorious flow, toe toe I'm thinking that we not up in the south any more Ate a whole bunch of shrooms Now all I see is purple and yellow See my [?] unfold But the motherf**ers just don't know I spend a whole lot of more time in the sky Than I do on earth in front of you Most of you motherf**ers don't have to do a thing Except k** your boys, but you do you So I'm keeping my distance and growing and growing Till I transcend into the plane Don't you even think about following me Cause it ain't a place for a silly young lame All I ever really do is put an endless supply of work Into my grind Y'all silly motherf**ers wanna come along And take it all away from me You outta your mind I don't respond to hate because I know deep down You hate your life Keep on projecting that sh** on me I'ma put a switch blade right through your eyes Motherf**ers thinking that they really know What it be like to struggle, broke as sh** Talk about you gonna go hit a lick But all you do is sit around and b**h f**ing up everyone's vibe With all your negativity and sh** It's the Schema-the-posse, the clique And if you ain't feeling it Get up on a crucifix [Hook x2: Supa Sortahuman] All that hate that you feel's cause you You hate yourself Trying to talk down on me So you don't k** yourself All that negativity is truly there for your health All that hate that you feel's cause you You hate yourself [Verse 2: Supa Sortahuman] Inherit vice and in imperfect life I see through the lies Cut it out, no knife I'm just living my life You ain't doing it right Today's gone be my day Tonight's gone be my night I stay positive I ain't got no time to fight No time for that petty sh** Keep it out of my sight I'm scheduled for a flight As the engines ignite Two joints back to back Man pa** me a light Coors Light in my motherf**ing hand I done rolled up a couple of them grams Sortahuman and Schema God I'm f**ing playing But to them it's so hard to understand I stay posted with my clique If you oppose then s** a dick Stay away from s**er sh** I know the real don't f** with this Hand me a bit Let me get it lit Make a hit while I take a hit All songs don't need a skit [Hook x4: Supa Sortahuman] All that hate that you feel's cause you You hate yourself Trying to talk down on me So you don't k** yourself All that negativity is truly there for your health All that hate that you feel's cause you You hate yourself