Lil Scrappy - My Life lyrics

And I'm grindin' till I'm tired They say you ain't grindin' till you tired So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide Looking to find, a way through the day, a life of 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 (x3) Like what the hell am I doing right? ( x3) [The Game] The hazing has BEGUN 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 c**aine Take me away like a bullet from Kurt Cobaine Suicide (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 f**in' reason And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces (My Life x3) 'Cause that's Jesus people and Game needs the equal Hated on so much, "Pa**ion 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 n***a feed off evil? Answer my question before this bullet leave this Desert Eagle [Lil' Wayne] And I'm grindin' till I'm tired They say you ain't grindin' till you tired So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide Looking to find, a way through the day, a life of 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 (x3) Like what the hell am I doing right? ( x3) [Verse 2] We are not the same, I am a Martian So approach my Phantom doors with caution (caution) You see them 24's spinnin'? I earned them And all the pictures of me and Em, I burned them So there ain't no proof that I ever walked through 8 Mile And since there 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 (My Life x3) 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 n***as 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. (Gunshots) [Lil' Wayne] And I'm grindin' till I'm tired They say you ain't grindin' till you tired So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide Looking to find, a way through the day, a life of 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 (x3) Like what the hell am I doing right? ( x3) [Verse 3] (My Life x3) Walk through the gates of Hell, see my Impala parked in front The high beams on, me and Devil share chronic blunts Listening to the "Chronic" album, playing backwards Shootin' at pictures of Don Imus for target practice My mind f**ed up, so I cover it with a Raider hood I'm from the city that made you motherf**ers afraid of Suge (Compton.... Compton...) Made my grandmother pray for good And never made her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes Could (My Life x3) Ain't no bars, but n***as can't escape the hood They took so many of my n***as that I should hate the hood But it's real n***as like me that made the hood Ridin' slow with that Phantom just the way I should (My Life x3) With the top back in my Sox hat I'm paid in full; the n***a Alpo couldn't stop that Even if they brought the n***a 'Pac back I'd still keep this motherf**er co*ked back [Lil' Wayne] And I'm grindin' till I'm tired They say you ain't grindin' till you tired So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide Looking to find, a way through the day, a life of 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 (x3) Like what the hell am I doing right? ( x3)