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And I'm till I'm tired
They say you ain't grindin' till you
So I'm with my eyes 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 haven't my life (x3)
Like what the am I doing right? ( 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 windy city, "Do or Die"
From a block close to Biggie was crucified
That was Brooklyn's Jesus for no fuckin' reason
And you wonder why Kanye wears pieces (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 needed
Like I needed my father, but he a needle (My Life x3)
I need some meditation, so I can leave my
askin' ""Why"? Why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?"
And why every hood feed off evil?
Answer my question before this bullet leave this Eagle
[Lil'
And I'm till I'm tired
They say you ain't grindin' till you
So I'm grindin' with my eyes
Looking to find, a way through the day, a 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)
what the hell am I doing right? ( x3)

2]
We are not the same, I am a
So approach my doors with caution (caution)
You see 24's spinnin'? I earned them
And all the of me and Em, I burned them
So there ain't no proof that I walked through 8 Mile
And since ain't no Proof, I never walked through 8 Mile
I think about my life with my face down
Then I see my sons and put on Kanye smile (My Life x3)
Damn, I know his proud
And since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my now
And like MJB, no more now
Livin' the life, me and Common on common ground
I spit crack and could drive it outta town
Gotta Chris Paul state, I'm never outta bounds
My life used to be empty a glock without a round
Now my life full, a chopper with a thousand rounds. (Gunshots)
[Lil'
And I'm till I'm tired
say you ain't grindin' till you tired
So I'm with my eyes 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 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, playing
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 grandmother pray for
And never made her happy, when I bet new Mercedes Could (My Life x3)
Ain't no bars, but niggas can't escape the
took so many of my niggas that I should hate the hood
But it's real like me that made the hood
Ridin' slow with Phantom just the way I should (My Life x3)
With the top in my Sox hat
I'm in full; the nigga Alpo couldn't stop that
Even if they the nigga 'Pac back
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
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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