Kanye West — My Way

[Hook] I've lived Yes, I've lived the life that's full (Mm-mm-mm, mm) I've traveled each and every highway What more Yes, 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 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 never 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 [Hook] I've lived Yes, I've lived the life that's full (Mm-mm-mm, mm) I've traveled each and every highway What more Yes, much more than this I did it my way [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 ya? 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 wanna 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 "Awww, did he get his feelings hurt?" "Nawww, he got titties under his shirt" [Hook] I've lived Yes, I've lived the life that's full (Mm-mm-mm, mm) I've traveled each and every highway What more Yes, much more than this I did it my way [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, dog, 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, dog Back in '96, we was living like kings, dog Forty-cals or better, toting them things, dog So up the Turkish mink and take them rings off [Hook] I've lived Yes, I've lived the life that's full (Mm-mm-mm, mm) I've traveled each and every highway What more Yes, much more than this I did it my way