My Way

I've lived

Yes, I've lived a life that's full

I've traveled each and every highway

What's more, yes much more than this

It go my way, Chi-way

This way or the highway

Shots'll lay you off on your day off, like friday

The Roc got 'Ye, but they ain't snortin' it

They just got him up the base line, recordin' shit

Yeah, I've been broke

Now I'm good, btich

I ain't no Kennedy, but I'm hood rich

So I say my way to thank you to the ghetto

And everybody else, thank you very little

I took the road less travelled, the unbeaten path

I've been beatin', but never brokin' through the darkest past

It's sort of like when King spoke and said "we free at last"

Ain't nothin' free from that point, though

We needed cash, and we need it fast

We broker than ethiopians, just tryin' to eat at last

Now all the blacks cookin' up, they're almost white

'Cause gettin' green makes 'em treat us treat us like we almost white

Almost

I've lived

Yes, I've lived a life that's full

I've traveled each and every highway

What's more, yes much more than this

It go my way, Chi-Way

This way or the highway

Niggas wanna diss K

On they local mix-tapes

There they go again, lyin' to consumers

Get their hair cut in the little shop of rumors

You're a lil' sloppy with your cockyness, ain't ya?

A little arrogant with all your compares

'Cause as far as the Chi

I got the most plaques since the beginnin' of rap

But nah, y'all ain't mentionin' that

Y'all just talk about my dough

How I left Chicago

How I'm the only one eatin'

Shut your pie hole!

And wanna figure out why I'm gettin' it high, though?

Why? 'Cause you need fire, and I'm a pyro

And you a parrot, you copy what I do and say

Only difference between you and me, you were gay

Ah, did he get his feelin's hurt?

Nah, he's got titties under his shirt

I've lived

Yes, I've lived a life that's full

I've traveled each and every highway

What's more, yes much more than this

It go my way, Chi-way

This way or the highway

When you walk straight, niggas tend to look at you sideways

I say fuck that, dog, I get my own way

Niggas ain't believe me 'till they see me on TV

And seen K freely, gettin' head on the freeway

Then passin' up Freeway, just like it's a relay

We stay 4 stars, all better

'Cause the couches in the rooms got, more leather

And we gon' flip Carter, when we could afford better

And back, before Benzes, when we could afford Jettas

You still dress Ardjo, but only pay partial

Stay gettin' somethin' off lay-a-way at Marshall's

Polo and Carbesher's, we into them things, dog

Back in '96 we was livin' like kings, dog

40 cals or better, tottin' them things, dog

So up the turkish snake, and take them rings off

I've lived

Yes, I've lived a life that's full

I've traveled each and every highway

What's more, yes much more than this

I did it my way