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And I'm grindin' till I'm
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 you've done took so many of my but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't taken my (x3)
Like what the hell am I right? ( x3)

Game]
The has BEGUN
Take me away from the like a state penitentiary
Take me away from the 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 a windy city, like "Do or Die"
From a block close to where Biggie was
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
on so much, "Passion of Christ" need a sequel
Yeah, Roc-a-fella needed Sigel
Like I needed my father, but he needed a (My Life x3)
I some meditation, so I can leave my people
They ""Why"? Why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?"
And why every hood feed off evil?
Answer my question before this bullet this Desert Eagle
[Lil'
And I'm till I'm tired
They say you grindin' till you tired
So I'm with my eyes 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 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 doors with (caution)
You see them spinnin'? I earned them
And all the pictures of me and Em, I burned
So there ain't no proof that I ever walked through 8
And since there ain't no Proof, I never walked through 8
Sometimes I think about my with my face down
Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile (My x3)
Damn, I know his momma's
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 common
I spit crack and niggas could drive it town
Gotta Chris Paul mind state, I'm never bounds
My life used to be empty like a glock a round
Now my full, like a chopper with a thousand rounds. (Gunshots)
Wayne]
And I'm till I'm tired
They say you ain't till you tired
So I'm with my eyes wide
Looking to find, a way through the day, a of the night
Dear Lord done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't taken my (x3)
Like what the 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 chronic
Listening to the "Chronic" album, backwards
Shootin' at pictures of Don Imus for target
My mind fucked up, so I cover it with a 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 new Mercedes Could (My Life x3)
Ain't no bars, but niggas can't the hood
They took so of my niggas that I should hate the hood
But it's real niggas like me that the hood
Ridin' slow with that Phantom just the way I (My Life x3)
With the top in my Sox hat
I'm paid in full; the nigga Alpo couldn't stop
Even if brought the nigga 'Pac back
I'd still keep this motherfucker back
[Lil'
And I'm grindin' till I'm
They say you ain't grindin' you tired
So I'm with my eyes wide
Looking to find, a way through the day, a of the night
Dear Lord you've done 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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