Stack Bundles, Kanye West - Did It My Way lyrics

Okay! I'm reloaded jay what up, nigga
Feel like past this shit
And I'm tellin' you I'ma do it my way
West side of the Windy, what up?
Our medicine

You know it's no holds bars
When homes layin' these bars
No horse playin' with broads
Homes made him a star
The stars made him a target
'Cause he's the reasons fans are
Sayin' his shit is garbage
And mines is much better
Admirin' touch better with much
More in advance
And nowdays I'm lookin' forward to
Much more in advance
Coulda been in the hood
Usin' Desert for street cred
What I did for the game
I gave the Desert it's street cred
Me and the A Team took the streets by storm
Group cosigned with the courtesy of the Storm
Now I'm tryna reflect the tone
Like the tsunami storm
Tell Joe and Dame I get it, I put the Roc on
C-IN-C-IA the squad
Y'all niggas oughta salute me
Admire the truth, B
You niggas ain't got what it takes
The closer they get to the light is well
Bein' a groupie

Ye, talk to 'em! Dawg what you gon' tell me?
How you gon' sell me?
You can't tell me the way to do it
'Cause I've been on the grind
And I stay into it ye, talk to 'em!
Dawg what you gon' tell me?
How you gon' sell me?
You can't tell me the way to do it
'Cause I've been on the grind
And I stay into it

Like you can't say that I'm like
Who the fuck said?
Who the fuck made you Puff
And who the fuck said
This was Making A Band? What
I'm sayin' should stand
A few rappers alive but the
Best niggas is dead
See I'm the rebel that led
The hometown to the forefront
Treat the game like the corner
Milk crate at the storefront
OGs had it poppin', I'm the block's newcomer
My product is proper so I'm doin' my numbers
This shit is sellin' it'self
But a few producers helped
Like Ye, Dame, Grease
Need a little search for self
Now this shit won't stay in the stores
Like it's allergic to the shelves
And change won't change dude like
He immune to the wealth
My presence is felt like braille, oh hell
It's hip hop's savior
Flow sweeter than that sherbet's flavor
If you ain't never seen a star
Won't you take you a glance
I ain't lean back, nigga
I just pull up my pants and dip my way
Ye, talk to 'em!

Ye, talk to 'em! Dawg what you gon' tell me?
How you gon' sell me?
You can't tell me the way to do it
'Cause I've been on the grind
And I stay into it ye, talk to 'em!
Dawg what you gon' tell me?
How you gon' sell me?
You can't tell me the way to do it
'Cause I've been on the grind
And I stay into it

I did it my way
You can call me Frank in the flesh
When I do it, i spew it like I was spittin'
It for Frank in the flesh
You can't imagine the triumph
Of an orphan's life
I've overcame the obstacles
Defied the odds twice
Met Ye in the Chi, had a deal and all
Didn't work out, back to the drawin' board
Back to the hood, back to the basics, y'all
Had to learn to cook with raw, no fakin'
Y'all
Always knew that I would make it, y'all
So the failure wasn't quite my style
Had to recognize
It was light at the end of the tunnel
I see more cake, like with Betty Crocker
Betty rock 'em, got me rockin'
Crop you downs like, I came, I saw
I keep my, and thoughts I pour
Leave you the Porsche
The keys to the T-OP floor either or

Ye, talk to 'em! Dawg what you gon' tell me?
How you gon' sell me?
You can't tell me the way to do it
'Cause I've been on the grind
And I stay into it ye, talk to 'em!
Dawg what you gon' tell me?
How you gon' sell me?
You can't tell me the way to do it
'Cause I've been on the grind
And I stay into it