The Game, Lil Wayne - My Life lyrics

Punk-ass motherfucker, checkin' shit
What you was gonna do?
Kill me in my sleep, you bitch-ass nigga?
2Pac, Biggie – shut the fuck up!
Fuckin' dogs, barkin' and shit
(Don't shoot, don't shoot) fuck you, nigga!

And I'm grindin' till I'm tired
‘Cause they said: "You ain't
Grindin' till you tired"
So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide
Lookin' to find a way through the day
A light 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? My life

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, 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?
‘Cause that's Jesus, people – and Game
He's the equal hated on so much
Passion of Christ need a sequel
Yeah, like Roc-a-Fella needed Siegel
Like I needed my father
But he needed a needle
I need some meditation so I
Can lead my people they askin', "Why
Why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?"
And why every hood nigga feed off evil?
Answer my question 'fore this bullet
Leave this Desert Eagle

And I'm grindin' till I'm tired
‘Cause they said: "You ain't
Grindin' till you tired"
So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide
Lookin' to find a way through the day
A light 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? My life

We are not the same, I am a Martian
So approach my Phantom doors with caution
You see them 24s spinnin'? I earned 'em
And I ain't no preacher
But here's my Erick Sermon
So eat this black music and tell
Me how it taste now and fuck 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
Damn, I know his mama proud and since
You helped me sell my dream
We can share my mama now
And like MJB no more drama now
Livin' the good life
Me and Common on common ground i spit crack
And niggas could drive it out of town
Got a Chris Paul mindstate
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

And I'm grindin' till I'm tired
‘Cause they said: "You ain't
Grindin' till you tired"
So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide
Lookin' to find a way through the day
A light 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? My life

Walk through the gates of hell
See my Impala parked in front
With the high beams on
Me and the devil sharin' chronic blunts
Listenin' to the Chronic album
Playin' 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
(Compton, Compton)
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
Ridin' slow in that Phantom just
The way I should
With the top back, in my Sox hat
I'm paid in full
The nigga Alpo couldn't stop that
Even if they brought the nigga Pac back
I'd still keep this motherfucker cocked back

And I'm grindin' till I'm tired
‘Cause they said: "You ain't
Grindin' till you tired"
So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide
Lookin' to find a way through the day
A light 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? My life