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And I'm grindin' till I'm
They say you ain't till you tired
So I'm grindin' with my eyes
Looking to find, a way through the day, a life of the
Dear Lord done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't taken my (x3)
Like what the hell am I doing ( x3)

[The
The hazing has
Take me away from the like a state penitentiary
Take me away from the hood in the casket or a
me away, like I overdosed on cocaine
Take me away a bullet from Kurt Cobaine
Suicide (Suicide..suicide..), I'm from a city, like "Do or Die"
From a block close to Biggie was crucified
That was Brooklyn's Jesus for no fuckin' reason
And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus (My Life x3)
'Cause Jesus people and Game needs the equal
Hated on so much, "Passion of Christ" need a
Yeah, like needed Sigel
Like I needed my father, but he a needle (My Life x3)
I need some meditation, so I can my people
They askin' ""Why"? Why did Lennon leave The Beatles?"
And why every hood nigga feed off
Answer my question before this bullet leave this Eagle
Wayne]
And I'm till I'm tired
They say you ain't grindin' you tired
So I'm grindin' with my eyes
to find, a way through the day, a life of the night
Dear Lord you've done took so many of my people but I'm wonderin' why
You haven't my life (x3)
Like what the hell am I doing ( x3)

2]
We are not the same, I am a
So approach my doors with caution (caution)
You see them spinnin'? I earned them
And all the of me and Em, I burned them
So there ain't no proof I ever walked through 8 Mile
And since there ain't no Proof, I never walked through 8
Sometimes I think about my life my face down
Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye (My Life x3)
Damn, I know his proud
And since you helped me my dream, we can share my momma now
And like MJB, no drama now
Livin' the life, me and Common on common ground
I spit crack and niggas could drive it town
Gotta Paul mind state, I'm never outta bounds
My life used to be empty like a glock a round
Now my life full, like a chopper a thousand rounds. (Gunshots)
Wayne]
And I'm till I'm tired
They say you grindin' till you tired
So I'm grindin' my eyes wide
Looking to find, a way through the day, a life of the
Dear you've done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't taken my (x3)
Like what the hell am I doing ( x3)

3]
(My x3) Walk through the gates of Hell, see my Impala parked in front
The high beams on, me and Devil share chronic
Listening to the "Chronic" album, playing
Shootin' at of Don Imus for target practice
My mind fucked up, so I cover it a Raider hood
I'm from the city that made you afraid of Suge (Compton.... Compton...)
Made my grandmother for good
And never made her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes (My Life x3)
no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood
They took so of my niggas that I should hate the hood
But it's real niggas me that made the hood
Ridin' slow with that Phantom the way I should (My Life x3)
With the top in my Sox hat
I'm paid in the nigga Alpo couldn't stop that
Even if they brought the nigga 'Pac
I'd still keep this cocked back
[Lil'
And I'm grindin' till I'm
They say you ain't grindin' till you
So I'm grindin' with my eyes
Looking to find, a way through the day, a life of the
Dear Lord you've done took so many of my but I'm just wonderin' why
You taken my life (x3)
Like what the hell am I doing ( x3)

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