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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 the day, a life of the night
Dear Lord you've done took so many of my but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't my life (x3)
Like what the hell am I doing ( x3)

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The has BEGUN
Take me away the hood like a state penitentiary
Take me from the hood in the casket or a Bentley
me away, like I overdosed on cocaine
Take me away like a bullet from Kurt
(Suicide..suicide..), I'm from a windy city, like "Do or Die"
From a block to where Biggie was crucified
That was Jesus shot for no fuckin' reason
And you wonder why Kanye wears pieces (My Life x3)
'Cause that's Jesus and Game needs the equal
on so much, "Passion of Christ" need a sequel
Yeah, Roc-a-fella needed Sigel
Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle (My x3)
I some meditation, so I can leave my people
They askin' ""Why"? Why did John Lennon The Beatles?"
And why every hood nigga off evil?
my question before this bullet leave this Desert Eagle
[Lil'
And I'm grindin' till I'm
They say you ain't till you tired
So I'm with 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 my life (x3)
Like the hell am I doing right? ( x3)

2]
We are not the same, I am a
So approach my Phantom with caution (caution)
You see them spinnin'? I earned them
And all the pictures of me and Em, I them
So there ain't no that I ever walked through 8 Mile
And since there ain't no Proof, I never walked 8 Mile
Sometimes I think my life with my face down
Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye (My Life x3)
Damn, I know his momma's
And since you me sell my dream, we can share my momma now
And like MJB, no more now
Livin' the good life, me and Common on ground
I spit crack and niggas drive it outta town
Gotta Chris Paul mind state, I'm outta bounds
My life used to be like a glock without a round
Now my life full, like a chopper with a rounds. (Gunshots)
Wayne]
And I'm grindin' I'm tired
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 Lord you've done so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You taken my life (x3)
Like the hell am I doing right? ( x3)

3]
(My Life x3) through the gates of Hell, see my Impala parked in front
The high beams on, me and Devil share blunts
to the "Chronic" album, playing backwards
Shootin' at pictures of Don Imus for practice
My mind fucked up, so I it with a Raider hood
I'm from the city that made you motherfuckers of Suge (Compton.... Compton...)
Made my pray for good
And never made her happy, when I bet that new Could (My Life x3)
Ain't no bars, but niggas can't escape the
They so many of my niggas that I should hate the hood
But it's real niggas me that made the hood
Ridin' slow that Phantom just the way I should (My Life x3)
With the top 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 keep this cocked back
Wayne]
And I'm grindin' I'm tired
say you ain't grindin' till you tired
So I'm grindin' my eyes wide
to find, a way through the day, a life of the night
Dear Lord you've done took so many of my but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't my life (x3)
what the hell am I doing right? ( x3)

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