Punk-ass mothafucka, bitch-ass nigga
What you was gon' do? Kill me in my sleep, you bitch ass nigga?
Tupac, Biggie, shut the fuck up!
Fuckin' dogs be barkin' and shit (oh shit, uh)
Don't shoot, don't shoot
Fuck you, nigga
And I'm grindin' 'til I'm tired
'Cause they say, "You ain't grindin' 'til you die"
So, I'm grindin' with my eyes wide
Lookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night
Dear Lord, you've done took so many of my people
But 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 the casket or a Bentley
Take me away like I overdosed on cocaine
Or take me away like a bullet from Kurt Cobain, suicide (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? (My life)
'Cause that's Jesus people and, Game, he's the equal
Hated on so much, "The Passion of Christ" need a sequel
Yeah, like Roc-A-Fella needed Sigel
Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle (my life)
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 off evil?
Answer my question before this bullet leave this Desert Eagle
And I'm grindin' 'til I'm tired
They say, "You ain't grindin' 'til you die"
So, I'm grindin' with my eyes wide
Lookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night
Dear Lord, you've done took so many of my people
But 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 (caution, caution)
You see them 24's 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 tastes 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 (my life)
Damn, I know his mama 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 niggas 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
And I'm grindin' 'til I'm tired
'Cause they say, "You ain't grindin' 'til you die"
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 share 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 (my life)
Ain't no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood
And they 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 (my life)
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 motherfucka cocked back
And I'm grindin' 'til I'm tired
They say, "You ain't grindin' 'til you die"
So, I'm grindin' with my eyes wide
Lookin' to find a way through the day, a light for the night
Dear Lord, you've done took so many of my people
But I'm just wonderin' why you haven't taken my life
Like, what the hell am I doin' right? My life
My life
My life
My life
