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And I'm grindin' til I'm
say "You ain't grindin' til you tired"
So I'm grindin' with my wide
Looking to find, a way the day
A light, for the
Lord, you've done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't my life?
Like what the am I doing right?
My

me away from the hood like a state penitentiary
Take me away from the hood in the casket or a
me away
Like I on cocaine
Or take me like a bullet from Kurt Cobain
(suicide, suicide)
I'm from a Windy City, "Do or Die"
From a block close to Biggie was crucified
That was Jesus
Shot for no fuckin'
And you why Kanye wears Jesus pieces?
Cause that's Jesus
And The Game, he's the
Hated on so much, "The of Christ" need a sequel
Yeah, Roc-a-fella needed Sigel
Like I my father, but he needed a needle
I need some meditation, so I can leave my
They askin' "Why?" Why did John Lennon leave The
And why every nigga feed off evil?
Answer my question before this bullet leave this Desert

And I'm grindin' til I'm
say "You ain't grindin' til you tired"
So I'm grindin' with my wide
to find, a way through the day
A light, for the
Dear Lord, you've done took so many of my people but I'm wonderin' why
You haven't taken my
Like what the hell am I doing
My

We are not the same, I am a
So approach my Phantom doors with
You see them spinnin' I earned them
And I ain't no preacher but here's my Erick
So eat this black music and me how it taste now
And fuck Jesse Jackson it ain't about race now
Sometimes I think about my life, with my face
Then I see my sons and put on that smile
Damn, I know his proud
And since you me sell my +Dream+ we can share my momma now
And M.J.B.: "No More Drama" now
Living the "Good Life", me and Common on common
I spit crack, and niggas could it out of town
Got a Chris mind state, I'm never out of bounds
My life used to be like a Glock without a round
Now my life full, like a chopper with a rounds

And I'm til I'm attacked
They say "You ain't til you tired"
So I'm grindin' with my wide
to find, a way through the day
A light, for the
Lord, you've done took so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't my life?
Like what the hell am I doing
My

Walk through the gates of Hell, see my Impala parked in
With the beams on, me and the Devil share chronic blunts
to the "Chronic" album, playing backwards
Shootin' at pictures of Don for target practice
My fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood
I'm from the city that made you afraid of Suge
Made my grandmother for good
And never made her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes
no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood
They took so many of my niggas, that I hate the hood
But it's real niggas me, that make the hood
Ridin' slow in that Phantom the way I should
With the top
In my Sox hat
I'm paid in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't stop
Even if they brought the 'Pac back
I'd still keep this motherfucker back

And I'm grindin' til I'm
say "You ain't grindin' til you tired"
So I'm grindin' with my eyes
Looking to find, a way the day
A light, for the
Dear Lord, you've done took so many of my but I'm just wonderin' why
You taken my life?
Like what the am I doing right?
My

(My Life)