"My Way" lyrics:
Y'all sniffing that Yayo
Meanwhile I fuck with them Yayos,
Tony's and Romeo's
stay putting cheese on my plate though
Mozzarella on baked dough
Parmesan on that pasta sauce
Money, money, young cappo don
Why you hate ya man like Papa Doc?
congratulate ya man like Mazel Tov
champagne and gin, let the bottles pop
Let the drank begin, it's a sea of liquor
that I'm wading in, young hedonist up
In the state of sin and I'm on its block
Making ends, making ends
Meet nigga, I oughta stop?
Not me nigga, I want the top
and I see it nigga, gotta grab it
like a stick shift, it's not automatic
in this business, I gotta shift it
9 to 5 not my subsistence
Fuck first gear I'ma double mine
three-sixing my engine,
Project Pat in my system
rims spinning in double time
Never honked in traffic, kept distance
but I ain't target practice, I'm killing
run down all them pig skins
go beast mode like Mixon
If I march on, they lynching
but I keep on cause my heart is strong
I done seen the way on the darkest road
I don't need to pray, I been on my own