My Life (feat. Lil Wayne)

Punk-ass motherfucker, chicken shit

What you was gonna do? Kill me in my sleep, you bitch-ass ****?

2Pac, Biggie, shut the **** up!

Fuckin' dogs, barkin' and shit

Don't shoot, don't shoot!

Fuck you, ****!

And I'm grinding until I'ma die

'Cause they say "You ain't grindin' until you tired"

So if I'm grinding with my eyes wide

Looking 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 wondering why you haven't taken my life

Like, what the hell am I doin' right?

My life

Take me away from the hood, like the 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, 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 **** 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, 'Passion of Christ' need a sequel

Yeah, like Roc-a-Fella needed Siegel

Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle (My life)

I need some meditation so I can lead my people

They asking 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

And I'm grinding until I'ma die

'Cause they say "You ain't grindin' until you tired"

So if I'm grinding with my eyes wide

Looking 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 wondering 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

You see them twenty-fours spinning? 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 mama now

And like MJB, no more drama now

Living the good life, me and Common on common ground

I spit crack and **** could drive it out of town

I got a Chris Paul mind-state, 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

And I'm grinding until I'ma die

'Cause they say "You ain't grindin' until you tired"

So if I'm grinding with my eyes wide

Looking 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 wondering 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 sharing chronic blunts

Listening to 'The Chronic' album playing backwards

Shooting 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

It never made her happy, but I bet that new Mercedes could (My life)

Ain't no bars, but **** can't escape the hood

It took so many of my **** that I should hate the hood

But it's real **** like me that make the hood

Riding 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 **** Alpo couldn't stop that

Even if they brought the **** Pac back

I'd still keep this motherfucker cocked back

And I'm grinding until I'ma die

'Cause they say "You ain't grindin' until you tired"

So if I'm grinding with my eyes wide

Looking 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 wondering why you haven't taken my life

Like what the hell am I doin' right?

My life

My life

My life

My life