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And I'm grindin' 'til I'm tired
They say You ain't grindin' 'til 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
X3
Like what the hell am I
Doing right
X3
My Life x3
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 *******
Or take me away like a bullet from Kurt Cobain
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
And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces
My Life x3
'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
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I need some meditation
So I can leave my people
They askin' Why Why did John Lennon leave The Beatles
And why every hood *****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 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
X3
Like what the hell am I
Doing right
X3
My Life x3
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 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
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D**n 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 ******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
And I'm grindin' 'til I'm tired
They say You ain't grindin' 'til 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
X3
Like what the hell am I
Doing right
X3
My Life x3
Walk through the gates of Hell see my Impala parked in front
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
Made my grandmother pray for good
And never made her happy when I bet that new Mercedes could
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Ain't no bars
But ******can't escape the hood
They took so many of my ******that I should hate the hood
But it's real ******like me that make the hood
Ridin' slow in that Phantom just the way I should
My Life x3
With the top back
In my Sox hat
I'm paid in full the *****Alpo couldn't stop that
Even if they brought the *****'Pac back
And I'm grindin' 'til I'm tired
They say You ain't grindin' 'til 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 x3
Like what the hell am I
Doing right
X3
My Life x3
My Life x3
My Life x3
My Life x3