Album Name

LAX (International Ver.)

Artist

The Game

Genre

랩/힙합

Release Date

2008.12.08

Release Agency

Universal Music Group

My Life (Feat. Lil Wayne) - The Game
And I'm grindin' til
I'm tired of this
You ain't grindin' til you tired
So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide
Looking to find
A way Through the day
A life For the night
Dear Lord you've done took
so many of my people
but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't taken my life
Like what the hell am I doing right
Take me away from the hood
like a state penitentiary
Take me away from the hood
in the 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 fuckin' reason
And you wonder
why Kanye wears Jesus pieces
'Cause that's Jesus people
And The Game he's the equal
Hated on so much
The Passion of Christ need a sequel
Yeah like Rocafella needed Sigel
Like I needed my father
but he needed a needle
I need some meditation
so I can leave 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
And I'm grindin' til
I'm tired of this
You ain't grindin' til you tired
So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide
Looking to find
A way Through the day
A life For the night
Dear Lord you've done took
so many of my people
but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't taken my life
Like what the hell am I doing right
My Life
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 I aint no preacher but
Here's my Erik sermon
So eat this black music
And tell me how it taste now
And fuck Jesse Jackson
'Cause it aint 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 momma's proud
And since you helped me sell my dream
we can share my momma 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
Gotta Chris Paul mind state
I'm never outta 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 of this
You ain't grindin' 'til you tired
So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide
Looking to find
A way Through the day
A life For the night
Dear Lord you've done took
so many of my people but
I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't taken my life
Like what the hell am I doing right
Walk through the gates of Hell
see my Impala parked in front
The high beams on me and the
Devil share chronic blunts
Listening to the
Chronic album playing 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
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'd still keep this
motherfucker cocked back
And I'm grindin' til
I'm tired of this
You ain't grindin' til you tired
So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide
Looking to find
A way Through the day
A life For the night
Dear Lord you've done took
so many of my people
but I'm just wonderin' why
You haven't taken my life
Like what the hell am I doing right
My Life
My Life
My Life
My Life