MyLife

My Life - The Game (Jayceon)

(Intro: The Game)

Punk-a** motherf**ker checking sh*t

What you was gonna do kill me in my sleep you b**ch-a** ni**a

2Pac Biggie shut the f**k up

F**king dogs barking and sh*t (don't shoot don't shoot )

F**k you ni**a

(Hook: Lil Wayne)

And I'm grindin til I'm tired

Cause they said you ain'tt grindin til you tired

So I'm grindin 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 doing 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 coc*ine

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 f**king 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 asking why why did John Lennon leave The Beatles

And why every hood ni**a 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'tt grindin til you tired

So I'm grindin 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 doing 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 24's 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 taste now

And f**k 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

Damn I know his mama proud

And since you helped me sell my dream we can share my momma now

And like M J B no more drama now

Living 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 til you tired