Hood Poem (My Way Refix) ft. Yoboycypher Lyrics

What I do, I do it my way

I don't need no fakes ,I guess I'm doing okay

Okay okay

Okay okay

What I do, I do it my way

I don't need no fakes ,I guess I'm doing okay

Okay Okay

Okay okay

I do it my way

Okay okay

Okay okay

I do it my way

Okay okay

Okay okay

Sun is about to set, is right time for me and my thoughts

Thinking about what went wrong, tryna reach to way North

West side is where I'm from, right now how do I get to the top ?

Tryna ball like LeBron, 21 years in a court

Big boy had to be strong, my knees on the floor when I pray to the Lord

How do I get to the bag ?

So many questions, I'm thinking about rands in the bag

I ain't loosing life for this stress

So many options, I'm thinking about robbing the bank

You know the case, I'm tryna do it my way

I rather be careful instead

They better get out of my way

They better get out of my way

What I do, I do it my way

I don't need no fakes ,I guess I'm doing okay

Okay okay

Okay okay

What I do, I I do it my way

I don't need no fakes ,I guess I'm doing okay

Okay okay

Okay okay

I do it my way

Okay okay

Okay okay

I do it my way

Okay okay

Okay okay

Always got reasons, so I did whatever I did

I go all out for the win, they told me not to be greedy

Soon as I hop in the city I'm leaving

Thousands of ways to be greedy

I did chose one for the team

I'm tryna chase my dreams

I'm tryna eat all this cheese away from these hoes with no peace at least

( Chiosford )

This days I barely feed

I'm on the site busy laying bricks

I was left alone by my friends

Real issues expose your fake friends

Sleeping on the floor with my siblings

My dad couldn't pay for our rent fees

My pains can't be seen in tears

I express mine through fake smiles

My scars ain't my weakness

They are signs of epic endurance

To be best off the rest

You must learn to handle the worst

Life was buried in trauma

I got no finance in bank

My hearty reverence to Frank

He wiped my tears on a friday

Good friends care for your pain

Best friends express your pain

My poetry express my history

I'm tryna rewrite my story

My breath is a divine gift

I wouldn't want to waste

What I do, I I do it my way

I don't need no fakes ,I guess I'm doing okay

Okay okay

Okay okay

What I do, I do it my way

I don't need no fakes ,I guess I'm doing okay

Okay okay

Okay okay

I do it my way

Okay okay

Okay okay

I do it my way

Okay okay

Okay okay