letra de my life (clean radio edit) - the game
[hook: lil wayne]
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 h-ll am i doin’ right? my life
[verse 1: the game]
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 likе a bullet from kurt cobain, suicide
i’m from a windy city like do or diе
from a block close to where biggie was crucified
that was brooklyn’s jesus, shot for no f- 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 feed off evil?
answer my question ‘fore this bullet leave this desert eagle
[hook: lil wayne]
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 h-ll am i doin’ right? my life
[verse 2: the game]
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 f- 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
d-mn, i know his mama proud; and since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my mama now
and like m.j.b. no more drama now
livin’ the good life, me and common on common ground
i spit crack, and 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
[hook: lil wayne]
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 h-ll am i doin’ right? my life
[outro: lil wayne]
my life
my life
my life
my life
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