[Lil’ Wayne]
And I’m grindin’ till I’m tired
They say you ain’t grindin’ till you tired
So I’m grindin’ with my eyes wide
Looking to find a way through the day, a life for the night
Dear Lord you’ve done took so many of my people but I’m just wonderin’ why
You haven’t taken my life
Like what the he­­ll am I doing right?
My Life

[The Game]
Take me away from the hood like a state penitentiary
Take me away from the hood in the casket or a Bentley
Take me away, like I overdosed on coc­­aine
Take me away like a bu­­llet from Kurt Cobain
Sui­­cide, I'm from a windy city, like "Do or Die"
From a block close to where Biggie was crucified
That was Brooklyn's Jesus shot for no fuc­­kin' reason
And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces (My Life)
'Cause that's Jesus people and Game needs the equal
Hated on so much, "Passion of Christ" need a sequel
Yeah, like Roc-a-fella needed Sigel
Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle (My Life)
I need some meditation, so I can leave my people
They askin' “Why? Why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?”
And why every hood n*­­g­­­­ga feed off evil?
Answer my question before this bullet leave this Desert Eagle



[Verse 2]
We are not the same, I am a Martian
So approach my Phantom doors with caution
You see them 24's spinnin'? I earned them
And I aint no preacher but here's my Erick sermon
So eat this black music and tell me how it taste now
F**k Jesse Jackson 'cause it aint about race now
Sometimes I think about my life with my face down
Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile (My Life)
Damn, I know his momma's proud
And since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my momma now
And like MJB, no more drama now
Livin’ the good life, me and Common on common ground
I spit crack and n*­­g­­­­g­­as could drive it outta town
Gotta Chris Paul mind state, I'm never outta bounds
My life used to be empty like a glo­­ck without a round
Now my life's full like a chopper with a thousand rounds



[Verse 3]
Walk through the gates of He­­ll, see my Impala parked in front
The high beams on, me and Devil share chro­­nic blu­­nts
Listening to the "Chro­­nic" album, playing backwards
Shootin’ at pictures of Don Imus for target practice
My mind fuc­­ked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood
I'm from the city that made you motherfuc­­kers afraid of Suge
Made my grandmother pray for good
And never made her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes Could (My Life)
Ain't no bars, but n*­­g­­­­g­­as can't escape the hood
They took so many of my n*­­g­­­­g­­as that I should hate the hood
But it's real n*­­g­­­­g­­as like me that made the hood
Ridin' slow with that Phantom just the way I should (My Life)
With the top back in my Sox hat
I'm paid in full, the n*­­g­­­­g­­a Alpo couldn't stop that
Even if they brought the n*­­g­­­­g­­a 'Pac back
I'd still keep this motherf­­uc­­ker c­­o­­ck­­ed back

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