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And I'm grindin' till I'm
say you ain't grindin' till you tired
So I'm grindin' with my 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 taken my life (x3)
what the hell am I doing right? ( x3)

[The
The hazing has
Take me away from the hood a state penitentiary
me away from the hood in the casket or a Bentley
Take me away, I overdosed on cocaine
Take me away like a bullet Kurt Cobaine
(Suicide..suicide..), I'm from a windy city, like "Do or Die"
From a block close to where Biggie was
That was Brooklyn's shot for no fuckin' reason
And you wonder why Kanye wears pieces (My Life x3)
'Cause Jesus people and Game needs the equal
Hated on so much, "Passion of Christ" a sequel
Yeah, Roc-a-fella needed Sigel
I needed my father, but he needed a needle (My Life x3)
I need meditation, so I can leave my people
They askin' ""Why"? Why did Lennon leave The Beatles?"
And why every nigga feed off evil?
Answer my question before bullet leave this Desert Eagle
[Lil'
And I'm grindin' I'm tired
They say you ain't grindin' you tired
So I'm grindin' with my wide
Looking to find, a way through the day, a of the night
Lord you've done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't my life (x3)
Like what the am I doing right? ( 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 that I ever walked 8 Mile
And since there no Proof, I never walked through 8 Mile
I think about my life with my face down
Then I see my and put on that Kanye smile (My Life x3)
Damn, I his momma's proud
And since you helped me my dream, we can share my momma now
And MJB, no more drama now
Livin' the good life, me and Common on ground
I spit crack and could drive it outta town
Gotta Chris Paul mind state, I'm outta bounds
My life to be empty like a glock without a round
Now my life full, like a chopper a thousand rounds. (Gunshots)
Wayne]
And I'm grindin' I'm tired
They say you grindin' till you tired
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 people but I'm just why
You taken my life (x3)
Like the hell am I doing right? ( x3)

3]
(My Life x3) Walk through the gates of Hell, see my Impala parked in
The high beams on, me and share chronic blunts
to the "Chronic" album, playing backwards
Shootin' at pictures of Don Imus for practice
My fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood
I'm from the that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge (Compton.... Compton...)
Made my pray for good
And never made her happy, when I bet new Mercedes Could (My Life x3)
Ain't no bars, but niggas can't escape the
They took so many of my that I should hate the hood
But it's real niggas me that made the hood
Ridin' with that Phantom just the way I should (My Life x3)
the top back in my Sox hat
I'm paid in full; the nigga couldn't stop that
Even if they brought the 'Pac back
I'd still keep motherfucker cocked back
[Lil'
And I'm till I'm tired
They say you grindin' till you tired
So I'm grindin' with my wide
Looking to find, a way through the day, a of the night
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)

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