[Intro]
And after we made all those dope points about what's wrong with the industry
It still don't matter
It's gon' always be some fuck shit going on in this rap industry
You kill one mumble rap fuck n***a
Two, three, four more waiting to take his place
That's why you gotta make you own way
You gotta drive through the fork in the road and go straight
That mean make your own lane

[Chorus]
Motherfuck the whole industry we gon' make our own way
Make our own way
You fucking with the enemy we gon' make our own lane
Make our own lane
COB 'till I die time to make our own way make our own way
You fucking with the other side I'ma make my own lane
Make my own la-ay-ay-ay-ne-ne
Hmmmmm ah ah
Hmmmmm eh eh
Hmmmmm ah ah

[Verse 1: Demetrius]
If you tired of all these garbage artists all in 'em videos
Dancing all in 'em skinny clothes
Prancing all on a n***a song
Man come to COB 'cause we don't sleep we ill n***a
We so G that we don't need no deal n***a
We gon' eat and we gon' keep it real n***a
We gon' see and we OD on skill n***a
Fuck waiting on a label to rape you fuck waiting on a label to
Make you famous
Fuck making them payments and making donations to radio Stations for radio play and the radio playlists
See these labels and radio stations done made a fatal mistake 'Cause they created monsters listen 'cause
Now we paving the way for their competition and now we able to say fuck opposition
We done made a new lane
Don't be mad anybody can be famous now just be glad anybody can be famous now
'Cause you anybody but you prolly just play around 'cause you know you can body everybody that's famous now
So get you a mission and stick to the mission and stick to the Vision and envision your syndicate winning
Never switching decisions with a independent position if you listen to what I'm spitting
You be the n***as that instantly be kissing riches and the lips Getting rid of the feeling of imprisonment that you get when Dealing with a system of enslavement
Rape us stripping n***as of innocence in a sense me and my n***as finna be switching religions
We sick of pretending Yeshua exist when he didn't
We ain't atheist but a new religion has risen
The independent religion
Like doctors making incision we operate with precision
[Verse 2: Kenny]
Yesterday I didn't have a bucket wasn't gripping a wheel
Didn't have a lemon but I made lemonade still
I was walking I was thinking of switching lanes 'cause in this game N***as lame dope shit don't pay bills
That's cool I hit them with shit to make skrilla instead of proving My shit is way ill
And that I'm sick on the daily a n***a might need a sip of DayQuil
Give them shit they can relate give them shit that they feel
Rap n***as say in the kitchen they whipping cakes I feel a way 'cause these n***as ain't trill
Going Ya Ya like you doing karate must be fighting a dummy what you kicking ain't real
Fifteen minute fame in the game n***as came n***as go then you can't remember they grille
I rather make a deep cut type of shit stitches can't heal but heal Better than a pain pill (uh)
N***as oucthear playing like they traffic
Didn't moms teach you bout playing in traffic?
Everybody in that lane that lane's cluttered
Letting yourself take a hit crashes
Shit tragic
Your team lose in the end like a Met's game
Y'all can keep on mumbling and I'ma take the route of expression
Call it the express lane!

[Chorus]
Motherfuck the whole industry we gon' make our own way
Make our own way
You fucking with the enemy we gon' make our own lane
Make our own lane
COB 'till I die time to make our own way make our own way
You fucking with the other side I'ma make my own lane
Make my own la-ay-ay-ay-ne-ne
Hmmmmm ah ah
Hmmmmm eh eh
Hmmmmm ah ah
[Verse 3 : Dice]
Did Shoegang sellout? No way n***a
We prefer to make our own way n***a
I feel the same way that I felt back before we dropped Gangsta M.C. like it's 08' n***a
Nah we ain't no rock star mo'fuckers
We be them spit hard bar mo'fuckers
I rather have a hundred die hard motherfuckers than a million here Today gone tomorrow mo'fuckers
We been this way we been to pay dues
We don't entertain these silly games do
Y'all some same page mo'fuckers but we switched the page we Different page dudes
Yea this the gang yea we went through pain ever since we came But the clique remain
Even though we grow we fit the same shoes my clique came do Disobey the rules
Fuck a handout we feeding our self
Been doing this for years still lethal as hell
Did songs with Crook, Royce, Twista, Chino XL
I think the pedigree speaks for itself (uh)
We don't give a damn if you ain't cool with us
You can move on or make moves with us
We got day one n***as and day two n***as
Cause the movement is growing stay tuned n***as

[Verse 4: Julius]
Ay, you say motherfuck this whole industry?
(Yea motherfuck the whole insdustry!)
Ay, if this tree don't produce fruit then I'ma blow a motherfucking Whole in this tree!
Yea we ain't seeing no change so we gon' need our own lane like Lee In a high speed chase on the freeway my n***a and we A.C. and O.J. (yeah)
Miggie miggie miggie miggie
(Hey)
Whip it whip it whip it whip it
(Hey)
That's the way a mumbling motherfucker sound but I've been Spitting vicious lyrics since I've been up in it
If a shitty lyric get you sent to prison then there's evidence to get you kids convicted
Shit you spitting is exhibit A but we spitting like we Xzibit (ay)
We hungry like kids missing their lunch box
You had fun with the fuckery this where the fun stops
We used to be knocking on raps door now we picking the front
Lock like n***a whats up
We giving a fuck not overly dedicated like Kendrick
We them n***as that'll sit and listen to thousands of n***as Spitting their lyrics then we pick out the ones hot to give them Their one shot
Shoegang is four of a kind wait that only four rapper fucking with My squad (ay)
That mean us for and the top eight and we've been here since Myspace listen
Doc J is a West Coast Wale if I had three stacks to my name I'll be Andre
N***a I'm the new Kanye not the one that's posing besides Donald Trump with a blonde fade I mean the one that's watching the Throne besides Jay
Flow get better with time like Chardonnay or Sade
This COB gang
[Outro]
Y'all still don't know what we say?
SSUTT SSUTT!
C.O.B. Man