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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 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)

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

2]
We are not the same, I am a
So approach my doors with caution (caution)
You see them 24's spinnin'? I earned
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 no Proof, I never walked through 8 Mile
Sometimes I think about my life with my down
Then I see my sons and put on Kanye smile (My Life x3)
Damn, I his momma's proud
And since you helped me my dream, we can share my momma now
And MJB, no more drama now
Livin' the good life, me and Common on common
I spit crack and niggas could drive it outta
Gotta Chris Paul mind state, I'm outta bounds
My life used to be empty like a glock without a
Now my full, like a chopper with a thousand rounds. (Gunshots)
Wayne]
And I'm till 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 you've 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)

3]
(My Life x3) through the gates of Hell, see my Impala parked in front
The high beams on, me and Devil chronic blunts
Listening to the "Chronic" album, playing
at pictures of Don Imus for target practice
My mind fucked up, so I it with a Raider hood
I'm from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of (Compton.... Compton...)
Made my grandmother for good
And never made her happy, when I bet that new Could (My Life x3)
no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood
They so many of my niggas that I should hate the hood
But it's real niggas like me that the hood
Ridin' with 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 nigga 'Pac
I'd still keep motherfucker cocked back
Wayne]
And I'm grindin' I'm tired
They say you ain't 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 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)

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