My Way

[Chorus: Irene Reid & Kanye West]

I've lived

Yes, I've lived the life that's full (Mmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm)

I've traveled each and every highway (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

What more (Oh, oh, oh)

Yes, much more than this

I did it my way

Uh, uh

[Verse 1: Kanye West]

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 snorting it

They just got him up at Baseline, recording shit

Yeah, I been broke, now I'm good, bitch

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 traveled, the unbeaten path

I been beaten, but not broken through the darkest past

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

Ain't nothing free from that point, though, we needed cash

And we need it fast

We broker than Ethiopians, just tryna eat at last

Now all the Blacks cooking up that almost white

'Cause getting green make 'em treat us like we almost white

Almost (almost)

[Chorus: Irene Reid & Kanye West]

I've lived

Yes, I've lived the life that's full (Mmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm)

I've traveled each and every highway (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

What more (Oh, oh, oh)

Yes, much more than this

I did it my way

Uh

[Verse 2]

It go, "My way, Chi-Way, this way or the highway"

Niggas wanna diss K on they local mixtapes

There they go again, lying to consumers

Get they hair cut in the Little Shop of Rumors

You lil' sloppy with your cockiness, ain't you?

A lil' arrogant with all your comparisons

'Cause as far as the Chi

I got the most plaques since the beginning of rap

But nah, y'all ain't mentioning that

Y'all just talk about my dough, how I left Chicago

How I'm the only one eating, shut your piehole

And want to figure out why I'm getting 'em 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 a gay

"Aww, did he get his feelings hurt?"

"Nah, he got titties under his shirt"

[Chorus: Irene Reid & Kanye West]

I've lived

Yes, I've lived the life that's full (Mmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm)

I've traveled each and every highway (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

What more (Oh, oh, oh)

Yes, much more than this

I did it my way

Uh

[Verse 3]

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, dawg, I get my own way"

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

And seen K freely getting head on the freeway

Then pass her to Freeway just like it's a relay

We stay four stars or 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 getting something off lay-away at Marshall's

Polo and Carbeshers, we into them things, dawg

Back in '96, we was living like kings, dawg

Forty-cals or better, toting them things, dawg

So up the Turkish mink and take them rings off

[Chorus: Irene Reid & Kanye West]

I've lived

Yes, I've lived the life that's full (Mmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm)

I've traveled each and every highway (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)

What more (Oh, oh, oh)

Yes, much more than this

I did it my way

Uh