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Punk ass mothafucka, get your ass up
What chu was goin? do, kill me in my sleep you bitch ass nigga?
Tupac, Biggie! Shut the fuck up! Fucking dogs barking and shit

Don?t shoot!
Don?t shoot!
Fuck you nigga!

And I?m grindin? until I?m tired
They say, "You ain?t grindin? until you tired"
So I?m grindin? with my eyes wide
Looking to find a way through the day

A life 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 doing 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, 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 The 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? until I?m tired
They say, "You ain?t grindin? until you tired"
So I?m grindin? with my eyes wide
Looking to find a way through the day

A life 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 doing right?
My life

We are not the same, I am a Martian
So approach my Phantom doors with caution
You see them 24's spinnin'? I earned them
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
My life

Damn, I know his momma's 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? until I?m tired
They say, "You ain?t grindin? until you tired"
So I?m grindin? with my eyes wide
Looking to find a way through the day

A life 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 doing 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
Listening to the "Chronic" album, playing 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)
Made my grandmother pray for good
And never made her happy, but I bet that new Mercedes could
My life

Ain't no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood
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 motherfucker cocked back

And I?m grindin? until I?m tired
They say, "You ain?t grindin? until you tired"
So I?m grindin? with my eyes wide
Looking to find a way through the day

A life 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 doing right?
My life
My life
My life
My life
Punk ass mothafucka, get your ass up   What chu was goin? do, kill me in my sleep you bitch ass nigga?   Tupac, Biggie! Shut the fuck up! Fucking dogs barking and shit      Don?t shoot!   Don?t shoot!   Fuck you nigga!      And I?m grindin? until I?m tired   They say, "You ain?t grindin? until you tired"   So I?m grindin? with my eyes wide   Looking to find a way through the day      A life 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 doing 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, 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 The 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? until I?m tired   They say, "You ain?t grindin? until you tired"   So I?m grindin? with my eyes wide   Looking to find a way through the day      A life 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 doing right?   My life      We are not the same, I am a Martian   So approach my Phantom doors with caution   You see them 24's spinnin'? I earned them   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   My life      Damn, I know his momma's 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? until I?m tired   They say, "You ain?t grindin? until you tired"   So I?m grindin? with my eyes wide   Looking to find a way through the day      A life 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 doing 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   Listening to the "Chronic" album, playing 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)   Made my grandmother pray for good   And never made her happy, but I bet that new Mercedes could   My life      Ain't no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood   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 motherfucker cocked back      And I?m grindin? until I?m tired   They say, "You ain?t grindin? until you tired"   So I?m grindin? with my eyes wide   Looking to find a way through the day      A life 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 doing right?   My life   My life   My life   My life