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LilÂ’ Wayne
And IÂ’m grindinÂ’ til IÂ’m tired
They say “You ain’t grindin’ til you tired”
So IÂ’m grindinÂ’ with my eyes wide
Looking to find
A way
Through the day
A light
For the night
Dear Lord, youÂ’ve done took so many of my people but IÂ’m just wonderinÂ’ why
You havenÂ’t taken (my life? x3)
Like what the hell am I (doing right? x3)
(My Life x3)

The Game
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 (Suicide..suicide..)
I’m from a Windy City, like “Do or Die”
From a block close to where Biggie was crucified
That was BrooklynÂ’s Jesus
Shot for no f@#kinÂ’ reason
And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces? (My Life x3)
‘Cause that’s Jesus people
And The Game, heÂ’s the equal
Hated on so much, “The 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 x3)
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

LilÂ’ Wayne
And IÂ’m grindinÂ’ til IÂ’m tired
They say “You ain’t grindin’ til you tired”
So IÂ’m grindinÂ’ with my eyes wide
Looking to find
A way
Through the day
A light
For the night
Dear Lord, youÂ’ve done took so many of my people but IÂ’m just wonderinÂ’ why
You havenÂ’t taken (my life? x3)
Like what the hell am I (doing right? x3)
(My Life x3)

The Game
We are not the same, I am a Martian
So approach my Phantom doors with caution (cautionÂ…caution)
You see them 24Â’s spinninÂ’? I earned them
And all the pictures of me and Em, I burned them
So there ainÂ’t no proof that I ever walked through 8 Mile
And since there ainÂ’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 (My Life x3)
Damn, I know his mommaÂ’s proud
And since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my momma now
And like MJB, “No More Drama” now
LivinÂ’ the +good life+, me and Common on common ground
I spit crack and niggas could drive it outta town
Gotta Chris Paul mind state, IÂ’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 Gunshots

LilÂ’ Wayne
And IÂ’m grindinÂ’ Â’til IÂ’m tired
They say “You ain’t grindin’ ’til you tired”
So IÂ’m grindinÂ’ with my eyes wide
Looking to find
A way
Through the day
A light
For the night
Dear Lord youÂ’ve done took so many of my people but IÂ’m just wonderinÂ’ why
You havenÂ’t taken (my life? x3)
Like what the hell am I (doing right? x3)
(My Life x3)

The Game
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
ShootinÂ’ at pictures of Don Imus for target practice
My mind f@#ked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood
IÂ’m from the city that made you motherf@#kers afraid of Suge (ComptonÂ… ComptonÂ…)
Made my grandmother pray for good
And never made her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes could (My Life x3)
AinÂ’t no bars, but niggas canÂ’t escape the hood
They took so many of my niggas, that I should hate the hood
But itÂ’s real niggas like me, that make the hood
RidinÂ’ slow in that Phantom just the way I should (My Life x3)
With the top back
In my Sox hat
IÂ’m paid in full, the nigga Alpo couldnÂ’t stop that
Even if they brought the nigga ‘Pac back
IÂ’d still keep this motherf@#ker cocked back

LilÂ’ Wayne

And IÂ’m grindinÂ’ til IÂ’m tired
They say “You ain’t grindin’ til you tired”
So IÂ’m grindinÂ’ with my eyes wide
Looking to find
A way
Through the day
A light
For the night
Dear Lord youÂ’ve done took so many of my people but IÂ’m just wonderinÂ’ why
You havenÂ’t taken (my life x3)
Like what the hell am I (doing right? x3)
(My Life x3)
(My Life x3)
(My Life x3)
(My Life x3)