conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called Our Way (Outro) with the following description: 
  That last track on the standard issue of the album where Slaughterhouse proclaims that they got big on their own without selling out.
  This song states that underground rappers should not be influenced by mainstream rappers and should never sell out and rap about bullshit. If you do it their way (the right way). you can still make it big, as they are proof. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Intro Royce da 5'9]
  We them back pack niggas
  Rap rap niggas
  You’ll be talking shit about all day
  Internet underground, niggas
  Our intellect just won't allow us to make records y'all way
  [Chorus: Royce da 5'9]
  Get over yourselves, fucker
  Get over yourselves, sucker
  Guess that we them back pack niggas
  Rap rap niggas
  Who will never sell a record, no way
  Guess what sucker
  We made it, we made it, we made it
  But we did it our way, our way, our way
  Though it took some time but we finally made it
  Now can you truly say that you made it? Your Way
  [Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9]
  Dear mister end all be all of an opinion
  Fuck what you’re saying, you’ve got fans but we’ve got minions
  Plus Eminem got Stans
   like an arena, I went and seen it
  From abroad to back home, y'all ain't got to clap
  We’re gonna make this track clap, clap, clap for him
  Let me take your back, we turn one song to a group, to a concert, to a record deal
  And yes it feels more like carpentry than artistry God's work let’s get real
  All you hear is them niggas like 50 too while we in the 62
  But it ain’t no industry business I ain’t privy to
  Yeah and for y'all niggas that tired of it
  Just lay down and picture your soul over your body [Chorus: Royce da 5'9]
  Get over yourselves, fucker
  Get over yourselves, sucker
  Guess that we them back pack niggas
  Rap rap niggas
  Who will never sell a record, no way
  Guess what sucker
  We made it, we made it, we made it
  But we did it our way, our way, our way
  Though it took some time but we finally made it
  Now can you truly say that you made it? Your Way
  [Verse 2: Joell Ortiz]
  Check my rhyme, timeline, I took time with every line
  Now I don't rhyme unless a check gets signed
  My bank account, it don’t look bad
  I got house gang, hood swag
  I'm a Crook that'll Jump Off with five 9's or a good jab
  Hell yeah, I could brag, dude ain't never switch
  Whether the booth or on the strip I kept a Mac in my book bag
  You mad little nigga cause I'm holding the belt
  Do some ad-libs nigga, get over yourself
  I’m here for the duration, you’re here to reputation
  Slide them Dre's over your shit, prepare your ears for devastation
  ‘Cause if YAOWA on that motherfucker Yaowa going in
  Y'all wan' be mad go right ahead but once again [Chorus: Royce da 5'9]
  Get over yourselves, fucker
  Get over yourselves, sucker
  Guess that we them back pack niggas
  Rap rap niggas
  Who will never sell a record, no way
  Guess what sucker
  We made it, we made it, we made it
  But we did it our way, our way, our way
  Though it took some time but we finally made it
  Now can you truly say that you made it? Your Way
  [Verse 3: Joe Budden]
  As a poster child for Photoshop my whole image was wrong
  Straight out a movie, took a pill and all my limits were gone
  Now you mention the best and you gotta argue, son
  Clothes I used to borrow some now it's name brand drawers
  Just so my dick can see how far I've come
  Changing the topic to women they know me to keep mine in labels
  That's how they drape judging of shapes I should keep mine in stables
  They left him for dead, took him to watch me resurrect, that shit's pathetic
  Shouldered the blame it's a shame it took hindsight to give me credit
  I got kitchens in the masters, the fish tank is a wall
  I got couches in the closets, my estate is confused
  We say that blatantly for the fools that missed with a blessing that steal
  There’s no other outcome when you question my will [Chorus: Royce da 5'9]
  Get over yourselves, fucker
  Get over yourselves, sucker
  Guess that we them back pack niggas
  Rap rap niggas
  Who will never sell a record, no way
  Guess what sucker
  We made it, we made it, we made it
  But we did it our way, our way, our way
  Though it took some time but we finally made it
  Now can you truly say that you made it? Your Way
  [Verse 4: Crooked I]
  They say I’d never make it, never make it
  My rhyme scheme is a crime scene, dog I yellow tape it
  For lyrical murder, I’m on the verge of my next merger
  Had to crawl before I walk so after I ex Gerber
  I took it a step further
  I took over the web servers
  I took over the west word to these fresh words
  And rode the wave of web surfers
  A circus- that’s what this industry makes me think about
  Cause selling out's a shortcut integrity's the scenic route
  But you have never seen a crew or better team
  While you forever sleep we’re doing everything you fuckers dream about
  Sucker Slaughterhouse is what they scream and shout
  Not the crowd, I mean your bitch now
  [Chorus: Royce da 5'9]
  Get over yourselves, fucker
  Get over yourselves, sucker
  Guess that we them back pack niggas
  Rap rap niggas
  Who will never sell a record, no way
  Guess what sucker
  We made it, we made it, we made it
  But we did it our way, our way, our way
  Though it took some time but we finally made it
  Now can you truly say that you made it? Your Way