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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 the day, a life of the night
Dear Lord you've done 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)

Game]
The has BEGUN
me away from the hood like a state penitentiary
Take me away from the hood in the or a Bentley
Take me away, like I overdosed on
Take me away a bullet from Kurt 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 Jesus shot for no reason
And you wonder why Kanye Jesus pieces (My Life x3)
'Cause that's Jesus people and Game needs the
Hated on so much, "Passion of Christ" need a
Yeah, like needed Sigel
Like I needed my father, but he needed a (My Life x3)
I need meditation, so I can leave my people
They askin' ""Why"? Why did Lennon leave The Beatles?"
And why every hood nigga feed off
my question before this bullet leave this Desert Eagle
[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 life of the
Dear you've done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You taken my life (x3)
Like the hell am I doing right? ( x3)

2]
We are not the same, I am a
So my Phantom doors with caution (caution)
You see them 24's spinnin'? I earned
And all the of me and Em, I burned them
So there ain't no proof I ever walked through 8 Mile
And since there no Proof, I never walked through 8 Mile
Sometimes I about my life with my face down
Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile (My x3)
Damn, I know his proud
And since you helped me sell my dream, we can my momma now
And like MJB, no more now
Livin' the good life, me and Common on ground
I spit crack and niggas could drive it town
Gotta Chris Paul mind state, I'm never outta
My life used to be empty like a without a round
Now my life full, like a chopper a thousand 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 took 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 beams on, me and Devil share chronic blunts
Listening to the "Chronic" album, backwards
Shootin' at pictures of Don Imus for target
My mind fucked up, so I cover it a Raider hood
I'm from the city that you motherfuckers afraid of Suge (Compton.... Compton...)
my grandmother pray for good
And never made her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes Could (My x3)
Ain't no bars, but niggas escape 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 couldn't stop that
Even if they brought the nigga 'Pac
I'd keep this motherfucker cocked back
[Lil'
And I'm grindin' I'm tired
say you ain't grindin' till you tired
So I'm grindin' with my eyes
Looking to find, a way the day, a life 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 the hell am I doing right? ( x3)

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