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My Way (feat. Tbreck) Video (MV)




Performed By: Jack Wild & Matt Kessler
Length: 3:06
Written by: Jack Wild




Jack Wild & Matt Kessler - My Way (feat. Tbreck) Lyrics




Lost In my way
How I'm moving on the west side
Ain't no ceilings on the stacks I'm comin In to take
They got us movin on the streets like I ain't had a bit of sleep in f*ckin days
I don't got time to sit around and f*ckin wait
If you ain't riding get the f*ck up out my way
If you ain't riding get the f*ck up out my way

My way
My way
That shit sound like my way
I don't need no pregame
I live my life on highways
Game off balance my team stay with god
In the end I swear I'm always gonna get what I want

The checks is on the shoes
Word to jack cause ain't no tellin what he plan to do
Lever action high old fashioned independent moves
I ain't gone have the burner with me if it ain't gon shoot
Laced the j's like I'm makin plays on the rim
Close the curtain kick the gate and let the dogs gettem
Saint Laurent I can't imagine life without the light
If that's ya wife It's not alright she wanna spend the night
I need
Racks on racks I need the bucks for a benz
This shit stay cold like Minnesota I'm afloat on the ends
There's evil all around me I can see the truth in her eyes
But I won't let em sneak up on Me i see thru the disguise yea

I got bottles
And problems
I'm getting top
From the bottom
I gotta stop
What you wanted
I gotta plot
To get profit
Don't make me
Aim back
And cock it
And make you
Drop to the bottom
I'll make you drown
In the ocean
If you making
Me bothered

I got
Real shit

Real stick
Real lick

She got
Real tits

Real ass
Real fit

Make you
Feel rich

I'm talking 0 Times 6
With a real Bitch
You a piece of shit
You wanna steal this

You wanna copp it
Till my pockets
Don't feel shit

Pull the pistol back
And pop it
Make you real slim

Why I got it
Why you talking
You just madmen

You so perfect
For the cast damn

You stupid
You hooped in
I'm Cupid
Full
Of my juul and
Get to rulin
This Music
Till I'm duped
By the news and
Get a ruger
And ruler
To measure the
Better
Part what to sever
Boy you think you clever
Do you want it real
Or want it better
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Lost In my way
How I'm moving on the west side
Ain't no ceilings on the stacks I'm comin In to take
They got us movin on the streets like I ain't had a bit of sleep in f*ckin days
I don't got time to sit around and f*ckin wait
If you ain't riding get the f*ck up out my way
If you ain't riding get the f*ck up out my way

My way
My way
That shit sound like my way
I don't need no pregame
I live my life on highways
Game off balance my team stay with god
In the end I swear I'm always gonna get what I want

The checks is on the shoes
Word to jack cause ain't no tellin what he plan to do
Lever action high old fashioned independent moves
I ain't gone have the burner with me if it ain't gon shoot
Laced the j's like I'm makin plays on the rim
Close the curtain kick the gate and let the dogs gettem
Saint Laurent I can't imagine life without the light
If that's ya wife It's not alright she wanna spend the night
I need
Racks on racks I need the bucks for a benz
This shit stay cold like Minnesota I'm afloat on the ends
There's evil all around me I can see the truth in her eyes
But I won't let em sneak up on Me i see thru the disguise yea

I got bottles
And problems
I'm getting top
From the bottom
I gotta stop
What you wanted
I gotta plot
To get profit
Don't make me
Aim back
And cock it
And make you
Drop to the bottom
I'll make you drown
In the ocean
If you making
Me bothered

I got
Real shit

Real stick
Real lick

She got
Real tits

Real ass
Real fit

Make you
Feel rich

I'm talking 0 Times 6
With a real Bitch
You a piece of shit
You wanna steal this

You wanna copp it
Till my pockets
Don't feel shit

Pull the pistol back
And pop it
Make you real slim

Why I got it
Why you talking
You just madmen

You so perfect
For the cast damn

You stupid
You hooped in
I'm Cupid
Full
Of my juul and
Get to rulin
This Music
Till I'm duped
By the news and
Get a ruger
And ruler
To measure the
Better
Part what to sever
Boy you think you clever
Do you want it real
Or want it better
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Writer: Jack Wild
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