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And I'm till 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 of the night
Dear Lord you've done took so many of my people but I'm wonderin' why
You taken my life (x3)
Like what the hell am I doing ( x3)

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The hazing has
Take me away from the like a state penitentiary
Take me from the hood in the casket or a Bentley
Take me away, I overdosed on cocaine
me away like a bullet from Kurt Cobaine
Suicide (Suicide..suicide..), I'm from a windy city, "Do or Die"
From a close to where Biggie was crucified
That was Brooklyn's shot for no fuckin' reason
And you why Kanye wears Jesus pieces (My Life x3)
'Cause that's Jesus people and Game the equal
on so much, "Passion of Christ" need a sequel
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
askin' ""Why"? Why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?"
And why every hood 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 till you tired
So I'm grindin' my eyes wide
Looking to find, a way through the day, a life of the
Lord you've done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't taken my (x3)
what the hell am I doing right? ( x3)

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We are not the same, I am a
So approach my Phantom with caution (caution)
You see them 24's spinnin'? I them
And all the pictures of me and Em, I burned
So there ain't no proof I ever walked through 8 Mile
And there ain't no Proof, I never walked through 8 Mile
Sometimes I think about my life with my face
I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile (My Life x3)
Damn, I his momma's proud
And since you helped me sell my dream, we can my momma now
And like MJB, no drama now
Livin' the good life, me and Common on ground
I spit crack and niggas could it outta town
Gotta Chris Paul state, I'm never outta bounds
My life used to be like a glock without a round
Now my life full, like a with a thousand rounds. (Gunshots)
[Lil'
And I'm till I'm tired
They say you grindin' till 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 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 Life x3) Walk through the gates of Hell, see my Impala parked in
The beams on, me and Devil share chronic blunts
to the "Chronic" album, playing backwards
Shootin' at pictures of Don Imus for practice
My mind fucked up, so I cover it a Raider hood
I'm from the city made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge (Compton.... Compton...)
Made my grandmother for good
And never made her happy, when I bet that new Could (My Life x3)
Ain't no bars, but niggas can't the hood
They took so many of my niggas that I hate the hood
But it's niggas like me that made the hood
Ridin' slow with that Phantom just the way I should (My x3)
the top back in my Sox hat
I'm paid in full; the nigga Alpo couldn't stop
Even if they brought the 'Pac back
I'd still this motherfucker cocked back
[Lil'
And I'm till I'm tired
They say you ain't till 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 taken my (x3)
Like the hell am I doing right? ( x3)

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