Punk-ass mothafucka, bitch-ass nigga

What you was gon′ do? Kill me in my sleep, you bitch ass nigga?

Tupac, Biggie, shut the fuck up!Fuckin' dogs be barkin′ and shit (oh shit, uh)

Don't shoot, don't shoot

Fuck you, nigga

And I′m grindin′ 'til I′m tired

'Cause they say, "You ain′t grindin' ′til you die"

So, I'm grindin' with my eyes wide

Lookin′ to find a way through the day, a light 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 doin′ right? My life

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)

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, "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)

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

They say, "You ain′t grindin' 'til you die"

So, I′m grindin′ with my eyes wide

Lookin' to find a way through the day, a light 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 doin′ right? My life

We are not the same, I am a Martian

So approach my Phantom doors with caution (caution, caution)

You see them 24's 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 tastes 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 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

′Cause they say, "You ain't grindin′ 'til you die"

So, I′m grindin' with my eyes wide

Lookin′ 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 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 share 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 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 (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′d still keep this motherfucka cocked back

And I'm grindin′ 'til I′m tired

They say, "You ain't grindin' ′til you die"

So, I′m grindin' with my eyes wide

Lookin′ to find a way through the day, a light 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 doin' right? My life

My life

My life

My life