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And I'm grindin' 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 Lord you've took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't my life (x3)
Like what the hell am I doing ( x3)

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

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(My Life x3) 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
at pictures of Don Imus for target 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 pray for good
And never her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes Could (My Life x3)
Ain't no bars, but can't escape the hood
They took so many of my niggas that I hate the hood
But it's real niggas like me made the hood
slow with that Phantom just 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 the nigga 'Pac back
I'd keep this motherfucker cocked back
Wayne]
And I'm till I'm tired
They say you ain't grindin' till you
So I'm grindin' with my wide
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 my life (x3)
Like what the hell am I right? ( x3)

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