Punk ass mothafucka, get your ass up
 What chu was goinÂ’ do, kill me in my sleep you bitch ass nigga?
 Tupac, Biggie! Shut the fuck up! Fucking dogs barking and shit DonÂ’t shoot!
 DonÂ’t shoot!
 Fuck you nigga! And IÂ’m grindinÂ’ until IÂ’m tired
 They say, "You ainÂ’t grindinÂ’ until you tired"
 So IÂ’m grindinÂ’ with my eyes wide
 Looking to find a way through the day A life 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?
 Like what the hell am I doing 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, 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 JesusÂ’ people and The 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 IÂ’m grindinÂ’ until IÂ’m tired
 They say, "You ainÂ’t grindinÂ’ until you tired"
 So IÂ’m grindinÂ’ with my eyes wide
 Looking to find a way through the day A life 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?
 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 ain't no preacher, but here's my Erick Sermon So eat this black music, and tell me how it taste, 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 momma'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, 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 IÂ’m grindinÂ’ until IÂ’m tired
 They say, "You ainÂ’t grindinÂ’ until you tired"
 So IÂ’m grindinÂ’ with my eyes wide
 Looking to find a way through the day A life 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?
 Like what the hell am I doing 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
 Listening to the "Chronic" album, playing backwards
 ShootinÂ’ 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)
 Made my grandmother pray for good
 And never made her happy, but I bet that new Mercedes could
 My life 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
 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 motherfucker cocked back And IÂ’m grindinÂ’ until IÂ’m tired
 They say, "You ainÂ’t grindinÂ’ until you tired"
 So IÂ’m grindinÂ’ with my eyes wide
 Looking to find a way through the day A life 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?
 Like what the hell am I doing right?
 My life
 My life
 My life
 My life