The Game – My Life

Punk ass motherfucker
Check this shit out
Chu was gon’ do? kill me in my sleep, you bitch ass nigga?!
2Pac, Biggie, shut the fuck up!
Fuckin’ dogs, barkin’ and shit
(Don’t shoot, don’t shoot)
Fuck you, nigga

And I’m grindin’ ’til I’m tired ’cause they said
“You ain’t grindin’ until 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 don’ took so many of my people
I’m just wonderin’ why you haven’t taken my life
Like what the hell am I doin’ right?
My life

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 cocaineor 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 Game, he’s 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)
I need some meditation so I can lead my people
They askin’, “Why
Why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?”
And why every hood nigga feed off evil?
Answer my question ‘fore this bullet leave this Desert Eagle

And I’m grindin’ ’til I’m tired ’cause they said
“You ain’t grindin’ until 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 don’ took so many of my people
I’m just wonderin’ 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 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 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 M.J.B., no more drama now
Livin’ the good life, me and Common on common ground
I spit crack and niggas could drive it out of town
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 grindin’ ’til I’m tired ‘cause they said
“You ain’t grindin’ until 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 don’ took so many of my people
I’m just wonderin’ 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 sharin’ chronic blunts
Listenin’ to the Chronic album
Playin’ 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, it never made her happy
But I bet that new Mercedes could (My life)
Ain’t no bars, but niggas can’t escape the hood
And it 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 still keep this motherfucker cocked back

And I’m grindin’ ’til I’m tired ‘cause they said
“You ain’t grindin’ until 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 don’ took so many of my people
I’m just wonderin’ why you haven’t taken my life
Like what the hell am I doin’ right?
My life
My life
My life
My life