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And I'm til I'm attacked
They say "You grindin' til you tired"
So I'm grindin' with my wide
to find, a way through the day
A light, for the
Dear Lord, 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

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

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
Dear Lord, you've done took so many of my but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't taken my
what the hell am I doing right?
My

We are not the same, I am a
So approach my doors with caution
You see 24's spinnin' I earned them
And I ain't no preacher but here's my Erick
So eat black music and tell me how it taste now
And fuck Jesse Jackson cause it about race now
Sometimes I think my life, with my face down
Then I see my sons and put on Kanye smile
Damn, I know his momma
And since you helped me sell my +Dream+ we can my momma now
And like M.J.B.: "No Drama" now
Living the "Good Life", me and Common on ground
I spit crack, and could drive it out of town
Got a Chris Paul mind state, I'm never out of
My life to be empty like a Glock without a round
Now my life full, like a chopper a thousand rounds

And I'm grindin' til I'm
They say "You grindin' til you tired"
So I'm grindin' with my wide
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 haven't taken my
Like what the hell am I right?
My

Walk through the of Hell, see my Impala parked in front
With the high beams on, me and the share chronic blunts
to the "Chronic" album, playing 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
Made my grandmother pray for
And never made her happy, when I bet that new could
Ain't no bars, but niggas 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 Phantom just the way I should
the top back
In my Sox hat
I'm paid in full, the Alpo couldn't stop that
if they brought the nigga 'Pac back
I'd still keep this motherfucker back

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

(My Life)