My Way (Ft. Nacho Picasso & Avatar Darko) [Prod. P Smoov]
[Key Nyata - Verse 1] Tiptoeing on the cloud, pockets scream loud God could probably hear the sound Of the missiles and the rounds When the gods come around, black gods come around They ever so impatient, splitting nigga's shit like Fecal canalization, running, killing and raping Every beat that I play with, live from the basement I get so high, I get high jacking spaceship Running the game basic all you need is tight laces A king to these aces, Botox to a facelift Standing in the rain with AKs and hatred Lame niggas copy place and then they paste it Imma go in the street, cut back any race then Fucked up goose, this is duck duck tape them Make a laying egg, this cut stuff and break it I'm mean, Joe fucking Greene All the niggas on my team hand coke to the fiends
[Chorus] I did it my way, Imma take a run to sideways Every day I'm living like this Friday And I don't give a fuck I get it my way I leave a nigga sideways Everything I do, I do it my way Just run down the fucking highway Everything I do, I do it my way My way
[Nacho Picasso - Verse 2] I was watching Top Gun, thinking Maverick was a faggot Cause he didn't fuck on Charlie til she started dressing mannish I was just a black boy, with a black belt, and black magic My black bitch bringing tricks, she is no silly rabbit I have old shitty habits, I drive old chevy classics My name in your mouth, on your tongue should be acid A bastard from a basket so my dick is never flaccid I just threw around like posy cause her pussy was Jurassic Her pussy keep on pushing, put that wussy in a casket Undertaker to Sean Michaels, hope it's cushy in that casket Nacho Picasso, I need no cosigning My uncle is Poseidon, write my rhymes down with a trident I'll call my uncle Larry if you're tryna get real violent My alliance with defiance I ain't never been compliant My head's a silent violent when the bodies get to piling Imma cut my own island, name it ""hi hi bitch I'm styling."
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[Avatar Darko - Verse 3] I be thugging with my goons Gas is my optimal and I'm running off of my fumes Slushy full of cookoo juice my alfredo got shrooms And my Granny still jugging growing weed out the room My women practice witchcraft imagining these brooms Snitch blood on my knife, residue on the spoons It's free-base Friday, lean like liquid nitrate Steer the wheel with my mirror she slurp me on the highway Only mess with glamour bitches, booji on some rare shit Cocaine avalanche I'm tooting on the chair lip Bare foot baby boy I be on my Blair Witch Highjack a plane crash it in the Times Square switch Planes I'm indecisive got a weigh a body inner depth My faces were priceless but I'm jaded with the center's rep Slinky on your main dame, and I never ever miss a step Moore gangs, Fang gang, Raider Klan bitch, you're next