Word to Will, buried in his Fila suit and heavy chain
I wanna be iced-up, nigga, bury me the same
I live for street glory and I die for ghetto fame
Respect all, fear none, my pride is everythang
Initials in swimming pools floors, women lose drawers
A true boss, never lose wars, got cheddar to floss
Guns under my bed, mask and a flashlight
Living my life like everyday's my last night
Alcoholic on toilets, I shit blood
Foreign cars, models and stars, life of a rich thug
Mommy told me from weed I would switch drugs
To cocaine and hit clubs and deep-dish dubs
How would she know
Unless she hit the clubs, got her mack-on?
Back in the 60's with an afro and her platforms
Boppin' to the Supremes, smoking joints
That's cool, but I'ma live how I want
(«I did it my way»)
From crumbs and roaches and rats
Converted in from hustling to raps
From break dancing, back spins on the cardboard
To bullet proof Bentley's, gats in the car's door
Never gave a fuck what nobody said
They hoped that I fail and wished I was dead
If I fucked up it falls on me
I'm lucked up and struck rich, now we all can eat
Gateways, marble floors, chandeliers
Jacuzzi's, Gucci soap, throwing cash in the air
Though I still feel broke with millions in the bank
And deals on the table, I focus to stay afloat
And just to think some would die to get what I got
They think it's alot; in the blink of an eye, you could get shot
Niggas is wolves, coming if you ruthless or not
But I be on point, put you in places where bodies rot
Never knew murder 'til I seen my man get popped
No blood soaking, laying there, eyes still open
I got a little closer, put my hand in his palm
He was looking right through me, yo, staring beyond
I wonder what he saw, the limos, movies and tours
Did he die in vain or represent for the cause?
Now I put his name on everything I'm involved
And that's the game; y'all can't relate, fuck y'all (Ill Will)
(«I did it my way»)
Converted in from hustling to raps
I call it how I see it, niggas
If you don’t like it – so be it, niggas
I make my own rules, I do my own plans
Gangstas do what they want, suckers do what they can't
Taking sacrifices, kid
But now you only getting one life to live
Hoes in my focus slow me; roll with the brokest homies
Cold and we hopeless lonelies
Scolding my foes who phony
From blocks where coke can feed you, and cops are over-evil
They know some people
Who tell on felons who sold some diesil
Heroin and blow, it ruins minds
Knew a crew one time
'89, they took work to Caroline and blew big time
In just two years, their crew disappear
Snitches and bitches smeared the paint on their pictures
Years back, I reminisce and remember
Sitting on wood benches gave me splinters
Just a baby nigga thankful
When them killers came through, guns out, movin'
I thank the ones who said
«Shorty, go home!», we about to be shootin'
(«I did it my way»)
From crumbs and roaches and rats
Converted in from hustling to raps
From break dancing, back spins on the cardboard
To bullet proof Bentley's, gats in the car's door
Never gave a fuck what nobody said
They hoped that I fail and wished I was dead
If I fucked up it falls on me
I'm lucked up and struck rich, now we all can eat