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And I'm grindin' til I'm
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, you've done so many of my people but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't taken my
what the hell am I doing right?
My

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

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

We are not the same, I am a
So approach my Phantom doors with
You see them spinnin' I earned them
And I no preacher but here's my Erick Sermon
So eat this black music and me how it taste now
And fuck Jesse Jackson cause it ain't about now
I think about my life, with my face down
Then I see my sons and put on Kanye smile
Damn, I his momma 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 on common ground
I spit crack, and niggas drive it out of town
Got a Chris Paul mind state, I'm out of bounds
My life used to be empty like a without a round
Now my life full, like a chopper with a rounds

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

through the gates of Hell, see my Impala parked in front
With the beams on, me and the Devil share chronic blunts
Listening to the "Chronic" album, playing
Shootin' at pictures of Don Imus for practice
My mind fucked up, so I cover it with a Raider
I'm from the that made you motherfuckers afraid of Suge
my grandmother pray for good
And never made her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes
Ain't no bars, but niggas can't the hood
took so many of my niggas, that I should 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 that
Even if they brought the nigga back
I'd still keep this motherfucker back

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

(My Life)