The Game - My Life (feat. Lil Wayne)

Artyści:: The Game
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Gatunki:: Rap
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[Intro]
Punk ass motherfucker!
Bitch ass nigga!
What were you gonna do?
Kill me in my sleep u bitch ass nigga?
2Pac, Biggie shut the fuck up!
Fucking dogs, they barking shit…
Don’t shoot me! Don’t shoot me!
Fuck you nigga!

[Chorus (Lil’ Wayne)]
And I’m grindin’ until I’m tired
And you ain’t grindin’ until you tired
So I’m grinding with my eyes wide
Looking to find
A way through the day
The life of the night
Dear lord you’ve take so many of my people
I’m just wondering why you haven’t taken my life
Like what the hell am I doing right?

[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, 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 fucking reason
And you wonder why Kanye wears his Jesus pieces
(My life!)
Cause that’s Jesus people, and Game he’s the equal
Hated on so much Passion Of The Christ need a sequel
Yeah, like Roc-A-Fella needed Siegel
Like I needed my father (My life!) 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 nigga feed off evil?
Answer my question before this bullet leave this Desert Eagle

[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 spinnin’, I earned them
And all the pictures of me and Em, I burned them
So it ain’t no proof that I ever walked through 8 Mile
So they ain’t no proof I ever walked through 8 mile
And since their 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
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
Livin’ the good life
Me and Common on common ground
I spit crack
And niggas could drive it outta town
Got a Chris Paul mind state
I’m never out of bounds
My life use to be empty
Like a Glock without a round
Now my life full
Like a chopper with a thousand rounds

[Verse 3 (The Game)]
Walked 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
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
Made my Grandmother pray for good
And never made her happy
But I bet that new Mercedes could
Ain’t no bars, but niggas can’t
Escape the hood
They 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
With the top back
And my Sox hat
I’m Paid in Full
The nigga Alvo couldn’t stop that
Even if they brought the nigga Pac back
I’d still keep this motherfucker cocked back