Lyrics:

Ive lived
Yes Ive lived a life thats full
Ive traveled each, and every highway
What more, and whats more than this -

It go my way, Chi-Way
This way or the highway
Shotsll lay you off on your day off, like Friday
The ROC got -Ye but they aint snortin it
They just got him up the base line recordin shit
Yeah Ive been broke
Now Im good bitch
I aint no Kennedy
But Im 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
Ive been beatin, but never brokin through the darkest past
Its sort of like when King spoke and said we free at last
Aint 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, theyre almost white
Cause gettin green makes em tea just we almost white
Almost

Ive lived
Yes Ive lived a life thats full
Ive traveled each, and every highway
What more, and whats more than this -

It go my way, Chi-Way
This way or the highway
Niggaz wanna diss K
On theyre local mix-tapes
There they go again, lyin to consumers
Get their hair cut in the little shop of rumors
Your lil sloppy with your cockyness aint ya
A little arrogant with all your compares
Cause as far as the Chi
I got the most black sister beginnin to rap
And nah, I aint mentionin that
Yall just talk about my dough
How I left Chicago
How Im the only one eatin
Shut your pie whole
And wanna figure out why Im gettin it high though
Why? Cause you need fire, and Im a pyro
When you prepare, would you copy what I do and say?
Only difference between you and me, you were gay
Ahhhhh, did he get his feelins hurt?
Nahhhh, hes got titties under his shirt

Ive lived
Yes Ive lived a life thats full
Ive traveled each, and every highway
What more, and whats more than this -

It go my way, Chi-Way
This way or the highway
When you walk straight, niggaz tend to look at you sideways
I say, Fuck that dog, I get my own way
Niggaz aint believe me till they see me on t.v
And seen K freely, gettin head on the freeway
Then passin up Freeway, just like its 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 Marshalls
Polo and (Carbeshers), we into them things dogg
Back in 96 we was livin like kings dogg
40 cals or better, tottin them things dogg
So up the turkish snake, and take them rings off

Ive lived
Yes Ive lived a life thats full
Ive traveled each, and every highway
What more, and whats more than this -
I did it my way


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