I´ve lived
Yes I´ve lived a life that´s full
I´ve traveled each, and every highway
What more, and what´s 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 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´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 more, and what´s more than this -

It go my way, Chi-Way
This way or the highway
Niggaz wanna diss K
On they´re 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 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
And nah, I 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
Ahhhhh, did he get his feelin´s hurt?
Nahhhh, 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 more, and what´s 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 ain´t believe me ´till they see me on t.v
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 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

I´ve lived
Yes I´ve lived a life that´s full
I´ve traveled each, and every highway
What more, and what´s more than this -
I did it my way