And I'm grindin' till I'm tired    They say you ain't grindin' till you tired   So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide   Looking to find, a way through the day, a life of 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 (x3)   Like what the he­­ll am I doing right? ( x3)      [The Game]   The hazing has BEGUN   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   Take me away like a bu­­llet from Kurt Cobaine   Sui­­cide (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 x3)    'Cause that's Jesus people and Game needs the equal   Hated on so much, "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 x3)   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   [Lil' Wayne]   And I'm grindin' till I'm tired    They say you ain't grindin' till you tired   So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide   Looking to find, a way through the day, a life of 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 (x3)   Like what the he­­ll am I doing right? ( x3)      [Verse 2]   We are not the same, I am a Martian   So approach my Phantom doors with caution (caution)   You see them 24's spinnin'? I earned them   And all the pictures of me and Em, I burned them   So there ain't no proof that I ever walked through 8 Mile   And since there ain't no Proof, I never walked through 8 Mile   Sometimes I think about my life with my face down   Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile (My Life x3)   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. (Gunshots)   [Lil' Wayne]   And I'm grindin' till I'm tired    They say you ain't grindin' till you tired   So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide   Looking to find, a way through the day, a life of 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 (x3)   Like what the he­­ll am I doing right? ( x3)      [Verse 3]   (My Life x3) Walk through the gates of He­­ll, see my Impala parked in front   The high beams on, me and 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.... Compton...)   Made my grandmother pray for good   And never made her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes Could (My Life x3)   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 made the hood   Ridin' slow with that Phantom just the way I should (My Life x3)   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   [Lil' Wayne]   And I'm grindin' till I'm tired    They say you ain't grindin' till you tired   So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide   Looking to find, a way through the day, a life of 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 (x3)   Like what the he­­ll am I doing right? ( x3)      (My Life x 3)   (My Life x 3)   (My Life x 3)