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