[Hook]
I've lived
Yes I've lived a life that's full
I've traveled each, and every highway
Much more, much more than this
I did it my way...

[Verse 1]
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 at Baseline recordin' [bad word] Yeah I've been broke
Now I'm good [bad word] 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'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 like we almost white
Almost
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[Verse 2]
It go my way, Chi-Way
This way or the highway
Niggas wanna diss K
On their local mix-tapes
There they go again, lyin' to consumers
Get their hair cut in the little shop [bad word] Your lil' sloppy with your [bad word] ain't ya?
little arrogant with all [bad word] Cause as far as the Chi
I got the most plaques since the beginnin' of rap
And 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 [bad word] Awww, did he get his feelin's hurt?
Nawww, he's got [bad word] under his shirt

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[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, [bad word] that, dog, I get my own way
Niggas ain't believe me, 'til they see me on TV
And seen K freely, gettin' head on the freeway
Then pass her to Freeway, just like it's a relay
We stay 4 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 gettin' somethin' off lay-a-way at Marshall's
Polo and Carbesher's, we into them things dawg
Back in '96 we was livin' like kings dawg
40 cals or better, tottin' them things dawg
So up the turkish snake, and take them rings off

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