And I'm grindin' 'til I'm tired
'Cause they said you ain't grindin' 'til you tired
So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide looking 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 wondering why you haven'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 a casket or a Bentley
Take me away like I overdosed on c*****e
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 f**king reason
And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces
'Cause that's Jesus people and Game he's the equal
Hated on so much Passion of Christ need a sequel
Yeah like Roc-a-Fella needed Siegel
Like I needed my father but he needed a needle
I need some meditation so I can lead my people
They asking why why did John Lennon leave
The Beatles
And why every hood n***a feed off evil
Answer my question fore this bullet
Leave this Desert Eagle
And I'm grindin' 'til I'm tired
'Cause they said you ain't grindin' 'til you tired
So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide looking 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 wondering 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 spinning 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 taste now
And f**k 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
D**n 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
Living the good life
Me and common on common ground
I spit crack and n***as could drive it out of town
Got a Chris Paul mind state
I'm never out of 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 said you ain't grindin' 'til you tired
So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide looking 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 wondering why you haven'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 sharing chronic blunts
Listening to the Chronic album playing backwards
Shooting at pictures of Don Imus for target practice
My mind f**ked up so I cover it with a Raider hood
I'm from the city that made
You motherf**kers afraid of Suge
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 n***as can't escape the hood
And it took so many of my n***as
That I should hate the hood
But it's real n***as like me that make the hood
Riding 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 n***a Alpo
Couldn't stop that
Even if they brought the n***a Pac back
I'll still keep this mother****er cocked back
And I'm grindin' 'til I'm tired
'Cause they said you ain't grindin'' 'til you tired
So I'm grindin'' with my eyes wide looking 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 wondering why you haven't taken my life
Like what the hell am I doing right
My life
