(Chorus) (Lil Wayne)

And I'm grindin' til I'm tired

They say "You ain't grindin' til you tired"

So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide

Looking to find

A way

Through the day

A life

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 doing right?

My life...



(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 Cobaine

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?

Cause that's Jesus 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

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



(Chorus) (Lil Wayne)

And I'm grindin' til I'm tired

They say "You ain't grindin' til you tired"

So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide

Looking to find

A way

Through the day

A life

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 doing right?

My life



(The Game)

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

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 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



(Chorus) (Lil Wayne)

And I'm grindin' 'til I'm tired

They say "You ain't grindin' 'til you tired"

So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide

Looking to find

A way

Through the day

A life

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 doing right?

My life



(The Game)

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

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

Made my grandmother pray for good

And never made her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes could

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

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



(Chorus) (Lil Wayne)

And I'm grindin' til I'm tired

They say "You ain't grindin' til you tired"

So I'm grindin' with my eyes wide

Looking to find

A way

Through the day

A life

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 doing right?

My life...

My life...

My life...

My life...