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My Life(Album Version (Explicit))

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The Game, Lil Wayne

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What you was gonna do, kill me in my sleep, you bitch-ass nigga? Tupac, baby, shut the *** up! *** dogs, bugs and ***. Don't shoot, don't shoot, baby. *** you, nigga. And I'm grinding until I'm tired. So you ain't grinding until you're tired. So I'm grinding with my eyes wide. Looking to find a way through the day. A life for the night. Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people. I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life. Like what the hell am I doing right? Take me away from the hood like a state penitentiary. Take me away from the hood in a casket or a Bentley. Take me away like I overdosed on cocaine. Or take me away like a bullet from Kurt Cobain's 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 ***ing reason. And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces. Cause that's Jesus people. In game he's the equal. Hating on so much passion that Christ need a sequel. Yeah, like Rockefeller needed Siegel. Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle. I need some meditation so I can lead my people. They asking why. Why did John Lennon lead the Beatles? And why every hood nigga feed off evil? Answer my question for this bullet leader's desert eagle. And I'm grinding until I'm tired. So you ain't grinding until you're tired. So I'm grinding with my eyes wide. Looking to find a way through the day. A life for the night. Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people. I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life. I ain't put that in my mind until I die. My life. We are not the same. I am a Martian. So approach my phantom doors with caution. You see them 24s spinning? I earned them. And I ain't no preacher, but here's my every sermon. So eat this black music and tell me how it tastes now. And *** Jesse Jackson cause it ain't 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 it's mama proud. And since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my mama now. And like MJB, no more drama now. Living the good life, me and Common on common ground. I spit crack and niggas could drive it out of town. Got a Chris Paul mind state, I'm never out of bounds. My life used to be empty like a Glock without a round. Now my life full like a chopper with a thousand rounds. So I'm grinding until I'm tired. Cause they say you ain't grinding until you tired. So I'm grinding with my eyes wide. Looking to find a way through the day. A life for the night. Dear Lord, you done took so many of my people. I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life. Like what the hell am I doing right? Walk through the gates of hell. See my Impala parked in front with the high beams on. Me and the devil sharing chronic blunts. Listening to the chronic album. Playing backwards. Shooting at pictures of Don Amos for target practice. My mind ***ed up, so I cover it with a Raider hood. I'm from the city that made you mother***ers afraid to show. Made my grandmother pray for good. It never made her happy, but I bet that new Mercedes could. Ain't no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood. And it took so many of my niggas that I should hate the hood. But it's real niggas like me that make the hood. Riding slow in that Phantom just the way I should. With the top back and my socks hat. I'm paid for, the nigga Alpo couldn't stop that. Even if they brought the nigga Pac back. I still keep this mother***er cocked back. And I'm grinding until I'm tired. Cause they say you ain't grinding until you die. So I'm grinding with my eyes wide. Looking to find a way through the day. A life for the night. Dear Lord, you took so many of my people. I'm just wondering why you haven't taken my life. Like what the hell am I doing right? My life. My life. My life. My life. My life.

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