THE GAME ft. LIL WAYNE - My life

(CHORUS)
And I’m grindin’ ’til I’m tired of this
You ain’t grindin’ ’til you tired
So I’m grindin’ with my eyes wide
Lookin’ to find the way through the day, a life for the night
Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people
I’m just wonderin’ why you haven’t taken my life
Like what the Hell am I doin’ right?

Take me away from the hood like a state peninetery
Take me away from the hood in the casket of Bentley
Take me away like I overdose the cocaine
Take me away like a bullet from Kurt Cobaine
Suicide, I’m from a windy city, like “Do or Die”
From a block close to where Biggy was crucified
That was Brooklyn’s Jesus shot for no f**kin’ reason
And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces
‘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 needle
I need some meditation, so I can leave my people
They askin’ “Why”? Why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?
And why every hood nigga feed on evil?
Answer my question for this bullet leave this Desert Eagle

(CHORUS)
And I’m grindin’ ’til I’m tired of this
You ain’t grindin’ ’til you tired
So I’m grindin’ with my eyes wide
Lookin’ to find the way through the day, a life for the night
Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people
I’m just wonderin’ why you haven’t taken my life
Like what the Hell am I doin’ right?

[Verse 2]
We are not the same, I am a Marshian
So approach my fam doors with caution
You see them 24’s spinnin’? I earned ‘em
And all the pictures of me and Em – I burnt ‘em
So there ain’t no proof that I ever walked through 8 Mile
And since there ain’t no Proof, I never walked through 8 Mile
Sometimes I think about my life with my face down
Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile
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 niggaz 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 full, like a chopper with a thousand rounds

(CHORUS)
And I’m grindin’ ’til I’m tired of this
You ain’t grindin’ ’til you tired
So I’m grindin’ with my eyes wide
Lookin’ to find the way through the day, a life for the night
Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people
I’m just wonderin’ why you haven’t taken my life
Like what the Hell am I doin’ righ