My Life
[The Game]Punk ass mothafuckaWhat chu goin do kill me in my sleep you bitch ass nigga?Tupac! Biggie! shut the fuck up! fucking dogs barking and shit
[Punk Ass Motherfucker]Don’t shootDon’t shoot
[The Game]Fuck You Nigga!
[Lil’ Wayne]And I’m grindin’ till I’m tiredThey say you ain’t grindin’ till you tiredSo I’m grindin’ with my eyes wideLooking to find, a way through the day, a life of the nightDear Lord you’ve done took so many of my people but I’m just wonderin’ whyYou haven’t taken my lifeLike what the hell am I doing right?
[The Game]The hazing has BEGUNTake me away from the hood like a state penitentiaryTake me away from the hood in the casket or a BentleyTake me away, like I overdosed on cocaineTake me away like a bullet from Kurt CobaineSuicide (Suicide..suicide..), I'm from a windy city, like "Do or Die"From a block close to where Biggie was crucifiedThat was Brooklyn's Jesus shot for no fuckin' reasonAnd you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces'Cause that's Jesus people and Game needs the equalHated on so much, "Passion of Christ" need a sequelYeah, like Roc-a-fella needed SigelLike I needed my father, but he needed a needleI need some meditation, so I can leave my peopleThey askin' “"Why"? Why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?”And why every hood nigga feed off evil?Answer my question before this bullet leave this Desert Eagle[Lil’ Wayne]And I’m grindin’ till I’m tiredThey say you ain’t grindin’ till you tiredSo I’m grindin’ with my eyes wideLooking to find, a way through the day, a life of the nightDear Lord you’ve done took so many of my people but I’m just wonderin’ whyYou haven’t taken my lifeLike what the hell am I doing right?
We are not the same, I am a MartianSo approach my Phantom doors with caution (caution)You see them 24's spinnin'? I earned themAnd all the pictures of me and Em, I burned themSo there ain't no proof that I ever walked through 8 MileAnd since there ain't no Proof, I never walked through 8 MileSometimes I think about my life with my face downThen I see my sons and put on that Kanye smileDamn, I know his momma's proudAnd since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my momma nowAnd like MJB, no more drama nowLivin’ the good life, me and Common on common groundI spit crack and niggas could drive it outta townGotta Chris Paul mind state, I'm never outta boundsMy life used to be empty like a glock without a roundNow my life full, like a chopper with a thousand rounds. (Gunshots)[Lil’ Wayne]And I’m grindin’ till I’m tiredThey say you ain’t grindin’ till you tiredSo I’m grindin’ with my eyes wideLooking to find, a way through the day, a life of the nightDear Lord you’ve done took so many of my people but I’m just wonderin’ whyYou haven’t taken my lifeLike what the hell am I doing right?
Walk through the gates of Hell, see my Impala parked in frontThe high beams on, me and Devil share chronic bluntsListening to the "Chronic" album, playing backwardsShootin’ at pictures of Don Imus for target practiceMy mind fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider hoodI'm from the city that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge (Compton…. Compton...)Made my grandmother pray for goodAnd never made her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes CouldAin't no bars, but niggas can't escape the hoodThey took so many of my niggas that I should hate the hoodBut it's real niggas like me that made the hoodRidin' slow with that Phantom just the way I shouldWith the top back in my Sox hatI'm paid in full; the nigga Alpo couldn't stop thatEven if they brought the nigga 'Pac backI'd still keep this motherfucker cocked back[Lil’ Wayne]And I’m grindin’ till I’m tiredThey say you ain’t grindin’ till you tiredSo I’m grindin’ with my eyes wideLooking to find, a way through the day, a life of the nightDear Lord you’ve done took so many of my people but I’m just wonderin’ whyYou haven’t taken my lifeLike what the hell am I doing right?